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Professor Fluorite Chang[e(s)]

Author's Note

This is my fifty–seventh clopfic out of the many that were made: aside from using canon characters this time as anthropomorphic beings instead of their normal forms, I'm also using fan characters to partake in it as well as ponifying characters based on those from other media too; of course, this is also a Mature–rated fanfic so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.

Anyways, besides My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro, here are the following fan characters appearing in this chapter: Smudge Proof and Silver Wing both belong to Smudge Proof whilst Gallant and Meadowlark are based on Alice and Nunnally from Code Geass.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the first chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about over a few months for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site, especially since I'd plenty more to write about last year; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet once again soon enough, just like before.

Professor Fluorite Chang[e(s)]

If there was one thing which had proved to be noticeable, then it’d be the sheer cold already beginning to envelope anything and anyone around itself; however, there were many things still attempting to keep things warm and toasty. For starters, the sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel with its white noise hissing amongst a never stagnant but grayscale background; additionally, the clashes of silver chariot and star platinum gleamed. Within a large dream drop distance was a civilization defined in such various materials, most being ones fit for the likes of even three little pigs, all of which were accented with thin layers of ice and snow growing in color and quantity. The calm gentle breeze surfed across the grassy knoll, the white coverings surrounding it all on a solid lower plane of existence with a dirt road guided its way from a nearby forest, a curvilinear line worth holding as much as it’s crossing. In the background, there had rested a blue ridged valley of mountains, raging with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as the snow pounded onto and even off of the variant earth very rapidly without so much a care. The fair town was scarce with its own denizens of various demographics: age, gender, finances, and social standing being nothing short from the standardized metallurgy of life at large; in spite of everything so far, there were exceptions.

In spite of the overwhelming precipitation, there were perhaps faint signs of life bustling about inside a spacious place such as this; as a matter of fact, there was but one building in particular proving to be the case in question. This particular abode was covered up in a colorful coating, its lightly colored shades created a cool, calm, and calculative centerpiece to be seen and heard without concern, even with the ice and snow freezing it all into place. The hip roof sloped down slightly in a roundabout, topped alongside with shingles made heavily reminiscent of a checkerboard compared to other houses, every fiber of its being being composed of pink and purple all throughout. All the wholesome bay windows were completely closed, many of which were obscured by blinds while sunshades hovered over them without even obscuring the view of the rampaging blizzard from the inside viewpoint. The presence of such equine figures trailing each other were mounted upon by thin solid plum poles solitary underneath the pink hearts; despite being out in the cold as they were, all of them were without life and personality. Only the wine door added the finishing touches to this picturesque residence, adorned with a small wreath of emerald splash hanging against the shine in the storm beating it and the ligneous surface abaft down but to no avail.

Within the very same structure was a lone bedchamber far more elaborate than its entrance, much less the rest of the exterior therein. The background, serving as the foundation to the vastly yet contained space, was sharing the same theme as the outside of the house. The flooring had consisted of luscious sky blue carpeting, easily vacuumed and steam cleaned on a regular basis, not that anyone noticed. The elongated drapery was all red–hot as a flowerbed of roses freed from its thorny yet fragile groundwork, giving them subsistence. A lamp with a conical goldenrod shade over the light bulb rested onto the dresser, currently in use since skies were filled snowflakes. A four–poster bed was against the wall, fluffy, large, and donned in a harmless comforter adorned with many hearts flowing about.

Resting onto the hot pink sheets, a white unicorn mare lain prostrate, facing the bedpost with starry sapphires beneath eyelids: her matted yet refined tresses were a radiant dark shade resemblance of mulberries found in fields to ward off electricity; not only that, she was in the altogether, sweat clothing her coat everywhere up to and including her diamond studded flanks. Abaft her, a purple dragon with green scales matching both eyes took aim at her fundament, down to earth with some wings; unlike herself, his body was already riddled with muscles and depth by sheer inches yet the grip maintained had been gentle as is: this is especially evident with the fact his prepuce was glistening about from the abundance of achromatic substance.

He’d already taken aim at the white unicorn’s croup, having spread themselves apart with both hands before jutting right inside her at once, his tongue sending tingles throughout her body. Shutting both eyelids tightly, she’d suppressed quiet moans before reopening them immediately, too contented to look directly right at the purple dragon still latched onto her flanks all the same. With his muzzle buried inside at once running around and in so thoroughly, he briefly stopped to lap at the adjacent sheath underneath the white unicorn’s fundament, yielding out more pleasure. Each time that the purple dragon’s tongue had switched back to the croup and vice versa repetitively, she’d found herself drooling with hunger and thirst from his exploration therein. Needless to say, he’d stretched the white unicorn’s flanks a bit wider before forwarding his own tongue back inside, causing her to close her true blue eyes again and give out a louder moan. She’d started gurgling about as the dribble from the purple dragon’s tongue had now surpassed the point of wishing for a more interactive way of observation and support regarding his actions.

“Hng… please go on, Spike: eat me out; I’m so hot, I’m about to burst soon…” the white unicorn had mewed sensuously as the titular tenant still tapped into her tight croup with his very tongue before it was time to take it all out; of course, this had left her so bewildered from the otherwise sudden timing yet she was still ready for him to make his next move all the same.

At this point in time, the purple dragon was currently kneeling upwardly with his shaft pointing merely inches away from her soiled ingresses in the loose grip of his own left hand, calm on the outside but thinking all throughout the time while staring at them in a slight trance, “okay, this is just like our honeymoon several years ago…”

It wasn’t even long until his freshly exposed yard had soon went inside of the white unicorn’s croup, causing herself to let out a big sigh as she’d still planted her hands onto the soft bedding. At first, the movement had begun tardily before gaining some momentum steadily as Spike clung onto her body firmly, his fingernails soon gently digging deep into her thick coat so to speak of. Under no tiny amount of time whatsoever did the white unicorn started feeling her flowerbed getting heated up all of the sudden with its pith and substance slick like water that remained near. Firmly aware of how they were both already burning about with such hot moisture accumulating about with less viscosity, the purple dragon had pumped himself further in and out without care. So much of the momentum had now increased on and about almost immediately as he’d still bounced against her with mutually growing satisfaction cleanly, in spite of their own differences. It was only in a matter of moments Spike had gotten close enough to unleash a discharge into the white unicorn, her flanks now reacting to the repetitive incursions as their frictions grew as is. Sure enough, time was of the essence for the likes of them: she’d already lost control of her own body whilst the purple dragon clenched his eyelids, both individuals perspiring profusely no less. In spite of the conflicting body temperatures overall, the white unicorn was beyond pleasured with his choice in the matter, having come to terms with the near future awaiting themselves. With that said, although she’d yearned for the lengthwise to be sparsed along, both she and Spike were already on the verge of bursting about eventually, something the latter knew all too well.

“Don’t give up… I’m almost there…!” the white unicorn pleaded as her callipygian muscles contracted whereas the purple dragon’s prepuce swelled up before the most latest reentry caused him to burst; before long, he was squirting his extract into her fundament with its excesses covering the edges and around him still buried deep inside, “OOOOOOOOOOOH, SPIKE…!”

“AHN…!” was all that he could say, panting and huffing about as a wet squelch was felt between him and her, much of the solution still remaining in their respective placements as his kneecaps gave way; afterwards, he’d rested facedown onto her back, red with concupiscence and filled with the delight shared in their wet and messy reality they were still inside of nonetheless.

The white unicorn had felt the lungs deeply inside of her body and the air within themselves currently becoming stabilized after what Spike had done to her, too overwhelmed with licentiousness to feel the weight and pressure onto her own back increase thanks to his recent actions.

After several minutes of respite from their collective performance, she’d purred with tranquility in the process, “Spike, can I ask you a question…?”

“Sure, why not; you’re more than welcome to ask me anything: what’s on your mind right now?” the purple dragon cooed as he’d snuggled further upward over the white unicorn’s body gently, taken in by her thick layers of integuments alone, “is this about the party going on now that your sister has been attending…?”

“Not at all, Spike; it’s about our lives: do you think marrying me was a mistake…?” she’d inquired him almost instantaneously.

The eponymous individual climbed right nearby the white unicorn’s side and had given out an answer, “of course not, Rarity: I’d fallen for you ever since Twilight and I had been sent from Canterlot over a decade ago; I still remember all of the good times we had together in particular…”

“So do I: where would we all be if not for the Elements of Harmony being granted to us in a battle against Nightmare Moon?” she’d sighed with relief while facing the purple dragon with a slight smirk upon the kind visage for him to be repaid nonetheless, “failing that, what would become all of us had we fallen to the likes of her: perishing in the dark or becoming one with it?”

“Same here, Rarity… same here…” he’d said to the aforementioned tenant tenderly, using what little strength they both have together to share a kiss between themselves as their cold eyes became accented with blushing considerably; as a result, even the light and thin air turned heavy and dense with every breath they took in such a short time, thanks to their mismatched muzzles.

Soon enough, the pair finally grew more eager, finally opening up to one another as their tongues were slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d surrendered themselves upon the comforter underneath them unrelentingly, continuing for at least over a minute. Tongue–tied during the embrace, their conjoined passions started growing as Spike transferred his lips downward to the white unicorn’s neckline. After exhaling dioxide from both nostrils, the purple dragon’s tongue had started licking her shoulder, its ending crawling around the surface area. Recently, Rarity’s smile grew as he’d quickly slid his tongue down to her bosoms in between delivering pleasure hoped for, silently whining about. Soon delighted by the sheer fact that Spike had started tugging on them with his teeth, the white unicorn had begun letting out some loud soft moans.

Aroused by the sight of her unbound form, the purple dragon felt himself become coagulated again yet remained on standby, already face first into her bust as he’d started to fondle them slowly with the tips of his claws. In preparation of what was to come, Rarity had only hardened a bit as he’d started suckling onto them instantaneously, even going so far as to lick in between while leaving behind ribbons of saliva around without but a care. The white unicorn’s moaning had started to intensify when she felt Spike’s teeth now chewing over her cleavage and its liquid began spurting about, continuing on for a mere few minutes until he’d lifted himself up to her lips.

Time had passed on through space alongside with the inhabitants whom were drifting aimlessly as the stars amongst the never–ending blackness floated on, each of them to prompt any wayward traveler to harken back to the memories of life when the richest beverage kept their spirits up until their next destination and from the mouth of madness. Of course, time itself was the only thing that remained constant in the ever–changing plane of existence where many variables had come in all shapes and size, coexisting alongside either in unions or divisions thereof as they transcended boundaries without incident to say the least; then again, almost all of them succumbed to the folding sooner or later. This interval however would prove to be a special case since that there were those who have found themselves still standing rather than stumbling and falling to the depths of their failure nonetheless; however, not all of them were doing so as the whole wide world turned on its own axis: out of many of those in question, there was indeed a few no less.

For what it was worth, things were already cold and light: the countless winds and moisture were overwhelming, already bound to a wide range where escape was nonetheless certain to a fault. The abundant stormclouds found clogging up the firmament were also dumping its surplus of precipitation all upon its target in question: a large conurbation consisting of gangling buildings. Lights and sounds were out and about as they were guiding the way for all its denizens through the chilled atmosphere, retaining their forms and colors despite the whitewashing and whatnot. There were soft layers of whiteness all piling up onto the earth and the vegetation egregiously standing in the downward path off from its dream drop distance, despite their lacking in density. The only signs of life still brewing throughout the shine in the storm were various vehicles traversing about and the pedestrians that had dared to set foot right upon the wintry mixture. Other than that, such vast and magnificent waters were but a dyed deep blue with its small collection of vessels in many shapes and sizes all firmly attached to the nearby earth so to speak.

Beyond the event horizon were a series of buildings surrounded by a vast wilderness composed of ice and snow with an abundance of trees scattered about within the cold distance no less. From the looks of it all, the area seemed no better than a small farm but light on both residency and agriculture even to be focused on a stable industry, compared to the rest of city at large. The various roofs upon the buildings within the area had maintained a variety of colorful clashed shades and hues crying out for warmth through its elaborate exteriors because of the snow. Many of the wholesome windows were either closed off or obscured by its blinds, each of them having already been tinted with deep shades of midnight blue as each flake clung to glass. It even had a series of open pathways amalgamated together to make a spectral tree; however, the weather conditions had limited such visibility, hence the need for some illumination. One thing that stood out and about were but a series of lifts carried about by thick wires large enough to transport themselves up and down the slopes of anyone’s choice so to speak of.

Standing outside beyond it were a few ponies already facing the gates upfront in full view; in addition, there was a griffin and deer as well, neither of who were alike for they’re both different. One had feathers colored predominately in cyan, a fraction of which tied back by a rubberband; the other was copper, thinner than the rather general equine integumentary system so to speak of. While the cyan griffin’s beak and talons were colored in the brilliant gold, they were all gentle; as for the brown deer, her nose was small and black like a pearl, albeit free of curses altogether. Regarding their outward attire, the former was adorned with a thin silver sweater and pants combo while a hot pink overcoat was worn upon much the latter’s entire body with a red scarf. Out of the twosome in particular, only the brown deer was in a wheelchair, leaving behind a trail of thin lines as they were being covering up by the ice and snow all throughout the way no less.

The infirm traveler had wasted no time commenting on it all, “so this must be place they’ve been talking about a month ago: to think it’d be where Whinnyapolis’ resort would be their focal point and Smudge Proof is just renting it out for the whole entire weekend.”

“I know, right Meadowlark…?” the aforementioned bystander’s correspondent spoke nearby her almost instantaneously all the while, “this looks like he’d spent quite an enormous amount of bits just for this party alone; he’d probably started up his own business in Equestria with them instead…”

“At least I won’t be alone in getting an opportunity to see what goes on in the ski resort, let alone spend the night there, Gabby…?” the brown deer had sighed as she was being gently pushed to the gateway as far as they were all concerned.

Abaft of Meadowlark was a ginger unicorn with red eyes focusing in on her with thick silvery gloves matching the coat as is; in addition, the latter was wearing a darkly midnight ensemble of a cap, jacket, and pants against the whiteout they were all in: needless to say, the former was unable to see the identity but was otherwise at ease, despite the precipitation all the same no less.

The equine escort entered into the conversation eventually as she were, “I hope we can get back here in time for Hearthswarming though, like before; I don’t think I can stand the cold for much longer with you…”

“Yeah, I understand, Gallant; after all, this isn’t even like my brother’s outing at New Horseleans: I wasn’t even here…” the brown deer had said to the silvery pegasus instantaneously, the latter holding on by the former’s handles tightly in turn, “it’s just that we’ve never dreamt of something like this, let alone be here; it has been a long time since we’d left…”

“Don’t worry about it; just be glad we’ve arrived…” the titular traveler had said while searching the entrance straightaway.

It wasn’t long until Gabby found a white button and pressed it at once, hearing a sound before a voice made its way thru: unlike the females, the speaker was masculine, albeit aged by at least a decade ahead of them so to speak; it wasn’t long until the latter spoke, “what’s the password…?”

“Password…?” the cyan griffin stuttered as she’d reached into one of her pockets and pulled out a fruity envelope instantaneously: it was colored with a small series of stripes such as purple, gold, and copper alongside some metallic accentuations sprinkled in; opening the flap, a paper with some words were found within only seconds no less to be read loud, “Rebornica Bones…!”

“Access granted – head on down to the Shoichet annex where the visitors are being processed; follow the matching lights and you’ll be there soon enough…” the intercom buzzed as the steely gates soon opened up afore the quartet slowly as it could be done so to speak of; it was at this point that they were now free to venture inwardly at once, no longer bound to the cold equations.

Of the many in attendance, Gabby was the first to explore the confines of the very factory, her paws and the fabric over them now tinted with the aforesaid colors nearby as they’d went in; where their eyes had failed, it was up to the rest of their senses to pick up the pieces and pace therein to take in the details provided by this verbal clearance almost immediately all the while. Needless to say, the trio in particular had nothing else besides each others’ company and lights guiding their way throughout the premises, currently gasping in awe at the sights and structures already provided as they’d followed the very pathway underneath the ice and snow accumulating about due the gathering storm still in effect, mindful of its rather untapped potential nevertheless. Even so, they were relieved to be given the time and place thereof, happy to find others like and, perhaps, unlike them out of the cold and into warm interiors which were making up the bulk of the entire environment; as far as they could even see it, the beginning was on the horizon for the night was young, just like them, despite the shine in the storm already within clear view no less.

At long last, the threesome have finally discovered the very edifice in question without complaints: true to the information provided, the thick dimensions have been painted in a fulsome texture; seeing a lonely spectral door almost instantly, Gallant had knocked on it and asked, “hello… sir, are you there…? It’s just us; we’ve all gotten the invitations for the party here tonight… I hope that’s okay with you, since this is our first time being there together…”

“Of course, you can come in now; it’s safe here…” a dry voice had made it throughout to the visiting trio in particular as a small crack was formed before their very eyes, giving off a faint light as it’d originated from a closed crystalline candelabrum, “after all, we’ve been waiting for you all the same, much like the returnees before, are we right…?”

“Yeah… we still have the invites sent to us a month ago…” the cyan griffin had replied bravely as she and her colleagues pulled out the very same envelopes from before in an instant, even Meadowlark whom was seeing darkness all the while.

Sure enough, the crack in the door had grown wider as the shivering quintet were finally granted safe passage in the building almost immediately. Now that they’d came out from the cold, the invited guests were greeted with multiple aromas of strong concentration entering their very nostrils. Almost instantaneously, the travelers in question felt the snowflakes upon their fabrics starting to melt from the combined heat and light altogether. In their collective viewpoints, the background was adorned with décor constructed in the textures of many tranquil strokes made by paintbrushes. Lurking about from beyond the well–lit walls of the hallway were sounds of conversations and melodies faintly emanating in many of their ears. Small quantities of furniture were found within the very visitors’ eyes: a table here and a drawer there with few couches to and fro aligned neatly.

Of course, one individual stood out and about in their collective way: a lone tall white unicorn leaning against the wall carelessly. The mane and tail were of a darker shade than the stormy night sky above them, donning sleekly jet–black strands without contrast. The presenter’s irises were of a balanced earthly tones of brown, accented by a singular nevus residing right beneath the left eye. The white unicorn’s attire was simplistic: dark orange hat, magenta longcoat, gold bowtie, gray undershirt, and dark pants thereof.

At the very least, the host in question wasted no time whatsoever in giving off a wry smile as he’d spoken to the party of five immediately, “well, then, let’s get started already: there’s a dressing room inside where you can all change into something more comfortable for the occasion here…”

“Thanks for letting us in by the way; it’s also a pleasure to see you again face–to–face: it’s been over a year since we’d went…” Gabby said as she’d watched the silver unicorn holding the brown deer gently, still aware of what the white unicorn had told, “Cucumber Seed and I hadn’t had such an adventure since Vanhoover, especially considering what happened next no less…”

“I agree, Gabriella: it’s been a year since I’d seen some griffins, let alone several months earlier since I’d seen you for the first time no less; come to think of it, whatever happened to that other one from the Princess’ school…” the lone host chuckled as they’d still awaited with anticipatory bated breath for the entire night.

A lone sterile environment was found to be massive: all clean and pristine to a fault, despite its overall purpose already being utilized currently. The flooring was made up of bronze earthenware tiles on the ground, richly reminiscent of the solid earth and the treasures it could have held. The walls were painted in vaguely obscure silver, a much arguably colorful shade than the very snowstorm that was still raging onward and about. Speaking of which, the gentle taps of flakes were heard from above, courtesy of the skylight up above the flooring alongside the electrical lights. Accommodations were typical things including a long line of stalls, each containing a toilet and bidet inside along with some sinks out in front. In addition, there were also some showers nearby that were mostly active, contributing to the heat and moisture that grew right on the mirrors.

Amongst the couple ponies that were found in attendance, there were at least three redheads present and accounted for: they were all sweating about from their brows and with collars tightly worn around their necks as their only form of clothing; although they were alike in fair dignity due to them being clad in air and water, even they were easy to differentiate from one another. Of them, one was a tall sundance unicorn with her face matching the darker parts of the amaranth tresses with lidded eyes of chocolate as she was already showering about, the suds and water clinging to her curvaceous form since all that she wore was a black collar before being pulled down by gravity, some of which passed over ample apple in a shape of a bell onto her flanks.

The other two whom were accompanying the lonely tall mare were of the same height yet still shorter than her anyway already: one was a yellow mare with orange eyes wearing a matching collar and a tricolor shield alongside a moistened pink bow; the other was coated in bronze with an emerald splash also donning the same and apple scissors, albeit with shorter tresses anyways.

“Mmm… feels so good t’ b’ out of the ice an’ snow; nothing like a long hot shower t’ starve off some hypothermia…” the sundance unicorn sighed.

The bronze colleague on the left of her peers had replied with relief, “for damn sure: de cold was making my body too frigid; I’d dought I was gonna freeze to death out dere, even dough it’s noding like my hometown Manehattan…!”

“At least the storm will pass on by tomorrow morning, Babs; that should be plenty enough time t’ eat, sleep, work, and play, if ya know what Ah mean…” the mare with the pink bow chirped, “of course, we have t’ comeback t’ Ponyville afterwards anyway; Hearth’s Warming is only days away and Ah don’t wanna it t’ be the last one with Granny…”

“Relax, cuz: Granny ain’t goin’ nowhere yet; ‘sides, she’s a strong pony, stronger dan I can ever be…!” the eponymous redhead declared exuberantly.

The yellow counterpart had turned to face her cousin on the opposite side of the sundance unicorn and replied, “don’t be sellin’ yerself short, Babs: even with ya clothes on, everypony can tell how strong yer becomin’ recently; of course, Ah happened t’ be worried about what Snips is gonna go through again…”

“Humph, always de fat one you’re worried about, aren’t ya?!” the aforementioned mare huffed capriciously, padding her watered primrose with tender libidinous caressing, “you know, Twist was right about you years ago, Apple Bloom: even she’d gotten around to letting him into her backdoor like a good anal slut, considering dat his cum was more plentiful. Of course, she’d still bore his reedy ridgeling of my friend’s foal like I’d done too: Itsy Bitsy happened to be full of life and energy despite the hospital bills but so is she, at least as far as I can remember; Apple Slice would make a good playmate for her now dat she’s also growing up so fast so to speak of…”

“That’s good and all… I just hope she gets the foalhood she needs like everypony else…” the tall mare had sighed sadly as the bronze redhead stifled a moan.

Babs chuckled a bit and spat out, “if anyding, den it makes Twist de luckiest mare in all of Equestria; at least she’s still surrounded by oder ponies dat love her and shit, like us Apples: you and Apple Bloom as well as myself alongside Snips especially.”

Almost immediately, the redheaded mares were greeted by another one, a white pony appearing; unlike them whom were already in the midst of cleansing, she’d possessed so many differences. For starters, despite the new visitor’s status, not only were the mane and tail of the coldest shade with its own kinks here and there, there were some patches of uniformity residing about as well. Next, the white pony’s general dishabille was accented by a literal blue collar, much colder than the red the threesome wore as well as their eyes, by and large, something they can see clearly. Lastly but not least, the new visitor had donned a cerise abacus cinched right upon her petite flanks, something in which the middlemost redhead had taken note of within an instant already.

“Hi, gals, I’m sorry if I’d took too long…” the white pony squeaked out, waving slightly at the threesome afore the cerise eyes within the former, “are you ready, Libby…?”

“Of course, Little Red: Ah was just about finishing up for the outing tonight…” the sundance unicorn had answered the aforementioned visitor cordially without any hesitation whatsoever so to speak of.

The white pony was blushing about, even more than the moistened coat and tresses in possession, and had said, “so am I: I’m honestly surprised to see that your folks were willing to accept me all the same recently; are you three the only ones who came to the party…?”

“Not quite, we have two more gals who went and got invited as well: Apple Mint and Cinnamon Sugar, just like the last party…” the tall mare had answered Little Red immediately, the former now cleansed of the froth from not too long ago, “of course, Whinnyapolis is nothing like New Horseleans, Vanhoover, or even Rosemound for that matter if Ah do say so mahself…”

“I know that; wish I’d known more about myself…” the white pony spoken up calmly.

Libby had replied freely no less, “Ah wouldn’t beat mahself up about it too much, if at all: it’s rare that we have ponies born and raised in and out of Equestria t’ this day without a twenty–third chromosome, if at all; as a matter of fact, there are other beings like us who have similar anatomies so to speak of…”

“I know… a few decades passes and this happens: even I’m still nervous about how I’d introduced myself; then again, I’d once seen Luna in my dreams assuring me it’ll all be okay…” Little Red sighed, looking away from her own peers to mask the tears, “of course, I wish I could say the same thing for Bindle Stick; no one ever told me her kind also exists…”

“None of us did: it seems that before we grow up, we’d been steered clear of such topics outright; after all, foals need t’ be foals awhile…” Apple Bloom had soon interjected almost instantaneously.

The white pony breathed a hot one and spoke up, “I agree for the most part: to tell you the truth, I was led to believe I was a colt the whole time; yet, it seems that I was just a late bloomer the whole entire time instead…”

“Mah friend Scootaloo was a late bloomer herself recently…” the yellow mare replied, earning a shake from Little Red, “she prefers not t’ talk about it too much amongst other things…”

“I wonder why is that…” the white pony wheezed about no less.

Apple Bloom walked up to Little Red and replied, “not everything can be discussed so freely between friends and/or family; we just have t’ accept that there are things that must run its course and make the best of it anyways here…”

“It’s just been so hard thinking what had happened that day; after all, I’d remembered what it was like the first time I’ve looked: a small set therein…” the white pony sniffled a bit, looking at her own body at once, “I was afraid that she wasn’t going to be able to accept me ever again if it weren’t for her family; after all, I’d been led to live a lie the whole time since foalhood…”

“Ya know, Ah didn’t start out as honest as mah sister Applejack and neither did she so t’ speak of: about a decade ago, she’d once told me about how she, our brother, and our Granny Smith had all ended up in the hospital because of a little white lie she’d told about the cider no less…” the yellow mare had spoke to Little Red calmly with compassion in the former.

The white pony had chuckled a bit mirthlessly before looking away from them all, “but I’m hardly little, nor that I’m red so to speak, at least not anymore: puberty has managed to prevail so to speak of and there was nothing that can be done to erase or reverse it; not only that, I’d been lying to myself because of the mixed signals as it all were…”

“Don’t beat yerself up, sugarcube; Ah am sure that there’s plenty of ponies in the world whom would love t’ choose sticking besides ya…” the sundance unicorn also comforted Little Red, “anyways, Ah just got around t’ meet a nice little pony like you prior t’ the invitation and the like; besides, you’re like family to me as it is…”

“You mean dat tranny Little Red, right Libby…?” the bronze redhead guffawed, catching the others, including the white pony off–guard.

This made Little Red cross as the tall mare spat back immediately, “so what; ya still had no problem sharing a kiss with mah cousin’s friend but Little Red’s still a problem to ya all the same…?”

“At least I’m honest about myself: Snips may be my lover but I don’t mind pitching and catching wid all de other fillies in Equestria; she’s still just some fat pussy playing pretend wid dat plastic penis…” Babs replied without a care in the world, “if she’d spent more time working out and less time getting sick on junk food, den she’d turned out alright, like me…”

“It would’ve been even nicer if ya had grown up more often than ya have; don’t forget, ya had problems with bullies treating ya awfully enough to leave Manehattan for the weekend then…” Libby huffed, comfortably numbed to the mist and water around herself alongside with compeers due to their near lack of textiles covering themselves.

The bronze redhead turned away already and sniggered, “at least we’re all far away from here as is…”

It didn’t take for Babs to leave the three mares to their own devices as they were, unperturbed by the situation at hand altogether: as far as she was concerned, this conversation was over and her nonchalant gaze was serving as proof of the whole ordeal as is; additionally, the green eyes made no contact with the likes of the white pony whom had came into to the heat and moisture already. Adding to this, Apple Bloom stood firm between Little Red and the tall mare herein, calm on the outside but thinking all the time: for what it was worth, there was nothing else to be said or done about it for that matter, even though the other two were kin; with that said, even she was starting to wish of something to say in kind without stooping to the bronze redhead’s level all the same. Nevertheless, the yellow mare was already by her lonesome, despite being in the presence of two equines like, and unlike, herself; considering the recent stardust memory of Babs leaving themselves behind, it was nothing to the former but a burning fragment: no amount of running water here could ever wash it all down since it was interior and immaterial, nothing more or less

Corporal Ametrine Dines
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Corporal Ametrine Dines

Author's Note

My name is Fireflower and this update is my way of let y'all know that I'm still yearning to write even after all those times spent uploading and updating; however, this is still a clopfic alone so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, please get off of this website now while you still can.

Anyways, I just want to state for the record to those who may have forgotten what I'd said in chapter one about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; of course, since you already know that, I have nothing else to say here, for the most part, save for Berry Munch and Samoa appearing and belonging to Art–Anon no less.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the second chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about over a few weeks total for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site, especially since I'd plenty more to write about last year; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again soon enough, like before.

Corporal Ametrine Dines

The wonders of the environment itself were easy to experience from the most singular of iotas altogether immediately at this passing moment instantly. The ceiling lights, which were suspended by about few meters from the ground, were white hot, bright enough to shine its colors all throughout the way. The background, walls serving as the foundation, was easily surrounded in sturdy fibers of violet flagstone while being seven yards away from the center. A few windows were found to be displaying pictures of a snowstorm taking place outside, its driving downpour and frigidity beating against the glass. The flooring was basked in a tufted carpentry rich in a darker shade, purchased from the distant lands at fair bargains before being cleaned thoroughly. The very place was garnished with fine furniture in various shapes, sizes, and shades: couches, chairs, and cushions made with the same soft materials. There were circular tables covered in white linen with a bouquet of flowers inside a porcelain vase at the center, sequestered to the side with foodstuff. A composition of strings and brass mixed together were calmly played by a nearby phonograph, filling the air with gentle vivacity and steady progression.

That being said, there were at least a few dozen occupants in the room already basking in the hot and heavy atmosphere with various states of care thereof. Almost all of them were equines: most were plain, some had wings, other possessed horns, but neither had both; of course, there were a few exceptions. Many of them donned manes and tails with colors reminiscent of violas in various shades, styles, and spans alike, another major factor also easily noticeable. Even more obvious was the sheer fact a vast majority of them in there was in the altogether; as a matter of fact, the mares in attendance wore some collars. Resonating within the whole moment was that all of them were now actively found in various poses imaginable, averaging at no more–or–less than pairs. Sounds of moans, groans, and squealing about were heard instantaneously, already coalescing with the present music inside and howling winds outside.

Out of many, two buxom mares were found in the altogether, both alike in fair dignity at first as they'd possessed certain commonalities: cold tresses flowing out, height and stature, and red collars donned around their necklines; of course, there were still many significant differences. Speaking of the two, they were the ones already close together to get lost in the throes of passion through the passing times: for starters, one of them was an indigo pegasus with splits of blue and violet while the other was a regular pony coated in orange with puffed purple tied with green. Secondly, there was also a slight difference in their juxtaposed viewing between the blushing two: only the indigo mare had borne some opalescent cornflowers within her adventurous eyes whereas the orange counterpart wore only the brilliant cerise containing illustrious excitement. Out of the twosome in question, the colder one was athletic bearing a small umbilicus while the warmer other was more lanky, in–depth, and dense; in addition, the former possessed fully solar smile adorning the flanks whilst the latter carried flannel hearts of pink, purple, and gold laid out.

Observing the mares were a pair of stallions also devoid of clothing themselves and being so ostensively indistinguishable from one another by virtue of being blue–eyed blonds; of course, they, too, had their own traits. Considering the collective presence and tumescence, even they were enjoying the performance: like the indigo pegasus, one stallion was winged colored silver; the other one was normal as the orange, darker than the former. Here, their own body types contrast against each other much like the amorous twosome before them: the blond pegasus had borne a more lipid form whereas the more colorful counterpart was limber like the winged kisser. Apparently, even the stallions’ flanks bore an emphasis on their very differences straightaway: the silvery one wore hot pink drapery lined with thin white zigzags; the indigo other had a big gold star with three horseshoes.

“Mmm… your coltfriend sure is still thankful to have you as a better lover, Hyacinth…” the orange mare had cooed lasciviously, taking the time to give the titular target some room to breathe in before kissing the latter on the lips once again.

The indigo pegasus reeked of contentment, already at ease with what they themselves were doing at this passing moment in time as her undercarriage leaked about in a stagnant solution sighing, “I know: I’ve been teaching Cloudy everything he needs to go improve himself, Plaid; besides, even your coltfriend shouldn’t mind us having some fun together, especially with his dick out…”

“Indeed…!” the aforementioned equine snorted, glancing at the blonds nearby with their shafts firmly in the grip of their leftmost hands as they pushed and pulled themselves gently, “besides, I was letting Star do me in the butt earlier just so he could satisfy himself with the foreplay beforehand if you know what I mean…”

“Ah, he should’ve eaten you out first; makes the whole experience enjoyable firsthand…” Hyacinth sighed after breaking away this time for some air only to return to the task at hand straightaway.

While this was going on, the two stallions near the mares were furiously stroking their shafts to and fro towards them, their rhythm barely synchronized to the sounds of their shared moaning. To many, this was of no surprise whatsoever to anyone considering where they were currently; as a matter of fact, there were similar scenes still taking place around themselves already at once. For what it was worth, neither mare had ever objected to their minuscule audience in the very slightest, blushing and drooling about even as both Cloudy and Star patted their yards around.

Out of many, Apple Bloom was having one of the stallions in the very same room lapping at her plications without so much as a care in the whole world. He was orange with a moderate shade of deep purple tresses found to be slicked back, matching his lidded eyes despite being a different shade altogether. Like herself, the orange stallion was also without any textiles whatsoever, already showing off his limber but muscular frame and his wavering prepuce. Donned right onto his very flanks was a rather simplistic illustration of an enormous jet–black cylinder hat standing almost against a conical spotlight.

Already did the orange stallion slowly made contact with his very target: the yellow mare’s sheath instantaneously covered in sugary sweet colorlessness clinging to her aptly colored coat. Nevertheless, he’d slowly slid his tongue into Apple Bloom’s opaque undercarriage, earning a giggle from the latter as the former had started licking its contents away in so little time no less. A few seconds later, the orange stallion now felt a hand resting on his plum mane after sliding inwardly, no doubt a spontaneous response from the likes of the yellow mare guiding him as is. All other options left for Apple Bloom was to moan slowly yet loudly for her modest flowerbed were so tight; even so, she soon even felt a tongue running around her legs while spreading them. Apparently, he could barely help himself but drooled every time he’d went sliding in and out of the yellow mare so repetitiously, his hands holding firmly onto her abdomen for some support. At long last did Apple Bloom gave out more small moans which then turned into loud yelps of happiness the moment the orange stallion had now licked further deeper in her sheath fervently. Sheer cold from his icy tongue had caused a clear fluid from the yellow mare to squirt onto his taste buds warmly in return, adding further tartness to the sweet still plastered over her anyway.

Apple Bloom cooed defiantly, “mmm… you’re so bad, Tender Taps… Ah like it…!”

“You honestly think I’m all that, huh…?” the titular tenant whinnied while grabbing onto his protuberant shaft prodding onward in its unclothed form, long as a ballpoint pen, “you ain’t seen nothing yet…!”

Pushing the yellow mare’s gaskins upward so her frogs had faced the ceiling above, the orange stallion’s yard was now aligned with her undercarriage, despite being drier than her fundament. After stretching Apple Bloom’s plications wide with feelings of lasciviousness, Tender Taps had plunged his prepuce in thoroughly, making her blushing grin more excited now she felt inclined. Each time the orange stallion slowly rubbed against the yellow mare’s croup while sliding his shaft in and out rapidly, some vastly small high–pitched moans had escaped from her wet lips. Amongst their intensely thunderous yelps of happiness, he could barely help himself but grunted, panted, and moaned every time his own thrusting yard had punctured through forward and back. Sure enough, they’d started to gain some momentum, loving every second of such togetherness with but a little more tenderness as they both were moving around and about in the dense room. Because of the hot and heavy atmosphere gaining ground, perspiration already poured through one another and salivation slowly escaped from their mouths with such loud and playful moans. With their continuous efforts now getting towards a highpoint closely since such excitement was just around the corner, the two ponies were already comfortably numbed to their roles at once.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNN!!” Apple Bloom cried out, feeling a tacky fluid emptied into her sheath immediately.

Breaking away from the undercarriage unanimously, Tender Taps cooed at the yellow mare, “so how was it so far, my love…?”

“Marvelous, they didn’t name ya such and such for nothing: Ah still wonder what else are they gonna think of next nowadays…” Apple Bloom panted prior to the orange stallion stealing a kiss from her at once before breaking away in due time all the while, “better yet, what are ya thinking about doing right now…?”

“Anything to move things along as far as I know: I don’t know how I can continue on now that I’m more–or–less all spent out; to be honest with you, I really want to keep on going for our sake…” Tender Taps had replied as he’d released himself off of the yellow mare in the process without hesitation altogether.

Apple Bloom couldn’t do else for getting here in just kilojoules limited mundanely now, only plain quaint rest sufficiently therein underwent virile wanderlust xenial youthful zeal; nevertheless, she’d persisted, “now, Ah am pretty sure that there’s something ya can do in the meantime, Ten–Ten; after all, the night is still young and so are we…”

“I’m sure there is: it’s not like we should just go on ahead and pack it in for the night; besides, we’d still go skiing tomorrow…” the orange stallion had said as he’d sat up straight onto the floor right next to the yellow mare carefully as possible so to speak, “what do you have in mind, Apple Bloom…?”

“Relax, sweetie; Ah haven’t been able to drain you all yet…” the eponymous redhead giggled before returning her attention towards Tender Taps’ prepuce, encasing all of his protuberant flesh’s surface area with salivation as her mouth took it in much to his delight, especially when he’d rested both hands onto her mane gently based on the movements made over him therein.

Surely enough, the yellow mare used her right hand to knead the shaft around playfully like if it were a piston; before long, the orange stallion had felt it springing on upward to her own muzzle. It didn’t take long until Apple Bloom’s tongue quickly slipped out of her mouth and slowly slid around Tender Taps’ yard, her warm salivation currently making him smile rather big at once. Sitting uprightly, all the orange stallion could do was rest one of his hands on the yellow mare’s tresses, stroking and patting them based on the movements she’d make beforehand all the while. Although Apple Bloom was silent, she’d taken great delight in stimulating and syphoning what would erupt from Tender Taps’ prepuce whether in or out of her deep throat as far as she’d see it. Slowly but surely, the orange stallion lent back by a bit further to give the yellow mare some more room to lick around, content enough to not let gravity send him downward onto the floor. Tender Taps barely helped himself but coo and moan, feeling Apple Bloom’s tongue running across his shaft, both hands now holding the base of her head while slurping about–face no less. Within due time, the yellow mare had driveled onto the orange stallion’s shaft for some significant time ‘til her mouth became filled to the brim with flavor, swallowing about already.

Their sensitive escapade went unnoticed as two additional mares were found nearby the couple, both alike in fair dignity at first as they'd also possessed commonalities: cold eyes, height and stature, and collars worn around necklines; of course, they had many significant differences. Like Hyacinth and Plaid, they were already close together to get lost in the throes of passion throughout the passing time: for starters, one of them was another pegasus similar to the nearby stallion while the other was a regular pony coated in white with citrus tresses of lemon and lime. Secondly, there was also a slight difference in their juxtaposed viewing between the blushing two: only the winged tenant had borne some vivid violets within her adventurous eyes whereas the bleached counterpart wore only the brilliant green containing illustrious excitement instead. Out of the two in question, the orange pegasus was athletic to a fault bearing a tiny bosom whilst the blonde mare was more curvaceous by a mere fraction; additionally, the former had worn a jet–black collar whilst the latter donned a ruby red, matching the likes of Apple Bloom herself. Since they were both in the nude so to speak of, their collective dishabille had given countless potential observers a peek at their respective flanks: the winged lover wore a similar tricolor shield but with a wheel while the bleached correspondent donned a spectral slice of a citrus fruit.

Of the two mismatched mares, the orange pegasus sighed after breaking away from the blonde mare, “ah, what a fucking relief it is…”

“I know, right…?” the bleached coequal sniggered before latching at her winged counterpart’s bust briefly so to speak, “it would be even much nicer if we had something to drink other than the water; at the very least, Smudge Proof was nice enough to provide catering for the lot of us, like before: let’s head out to the table to see what they have…”

“I don’t see any reason why not, Lemon; of course, I’m still remembering this is my first time here, let alone in Whinnyapolis of all places…” the aforementioned tenant had tittered timidly, turning up to take note of the teeming yet thin throngs of travelers like they themselves all the while.

As they were doing so, they’d came across another pair of collared mares also overwhelmed by some collective concupiscence: unlike the former, the latter possessed some differences for there were some multicolored tresses, red collars, and lighter coats; needless to say, it wasn’t expected. For starters, one of the twosome in question had a pinkish color scheme and tresses containing every color from the rainbow save for green whereas the other was coated in quicksilver and bore locks of yellow, green and purple all tied up at the end as far as Lemon and her lover seen. Secondment, there was also a slight difference in facial composition between the two of them all residing about: only the silver mare amongst the very duo had donned some creases of lipid worn right onto her rosy cheekbones, more prominently compared to the likes of Little Red herself. Thirdly, the pink pony in question had maintained a thinly toned figure with such flanks illustrating a paintbrush at the very end of a purple spiral while the metallic counterpart was slightly portly in comparison with pies directly onto her own sides filled up with a certain inside. In addition, the lightweight tenant in question had both irises rich with color of opalescence right within the owner’s very visage whereas her heavyset correspondent had bore some amber waves of grain among the richly earthen tones, the same grains making the base of its food in question.

It didn’t take much for the bleached blonde to stare at them both in particular as they were already lost in the throes of passion, cerebrating about no less, “oh, my…!”

“Oh, Too–Roo…!” the silver mare moaned loudly, laying on her stomach as she was being explored abaft by the pink pony wearing a plastic protuberance around the waistline at a steady momentum, “ravage my backdoor, will you?!”

“Yes, take it, CiCi: you’re just a fat fuck who can’t resist a little game of hide and go anal, just like that skinny little shit–for–brains bookworm nearby; even though you kissed me, cocks and balls still light up your brain…!” the lightweight tenant had snarled lasciviously, pushing and pulling repetitively around the heavyset counterpart underneath the former.

Liquids likewise leaked from Lemon liminally as she looked upon the lust the twosome were in at this moment in time so to speak of; suddenly, the orange pegasus interceded from the conscious world the former was still in as the latter had spoken up all the same, “Lemon, are you okay…?”

“Scootaloo?!” the bleached blonde blurted out in the process no less, paying attention to the beverage in the titular tenant’s hand altogether, “sorry, I was still amazed to be seeing a lot of our friends here at the resort; it’s been a long time since we’d went somewhere like this together: New Horseleans was the first party we’d been forced to sit out in the past six months, you see…”

“I know and this is my third party I’ve gone with the rest of the Crusaders: even Babs and Gabby are here with us and I haven’t seen either of them ever since; my friends had told me they’d became mothers about a year ago and Gabby’s been spending the most time with her young…” the orange pegasus replied before handing off the container to Lemon without any hesitation.

It didn’t take much for the bleached blonde to accept the beverage and open it at last, taking the time to talk in the meantime as is, “how are they by the way, Scootaloo: have they been making any progress ever since; what about your friends, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, as well – how have they been doing lately…?”

“They haven’t lost their way or personality recently: Babs said she’d been in a painting with her friends, Tag–A–Long and Twist…” the eponymous mare had answered before taking a swig from the red bottle almost immediately, swallowing it down all the same, “as for Gabby, she’d been still trying to hold down a stable job as a postal carrier to and from Equestria. In any case, my friends have been able to carry on with their lives as auxiliaries for the School of Friendship for the past few years; aside from that, their families have been supportive lately, especially Apple Bloom’s, despite the complications recently back then: she’d said that Granny Smith’s condition is starting to deteriorate ever since the past summer lately. As far as the doctors were concerned, they say she’d been saying and doing some weird things, more so than the Zap Apples: she’s been mumbling about somepony by the name of Enrico Pucci speeding up the flow of time somewhere in the near future; I don’t even know the pony or if it’s even possible, at least compared to a certain somebody’s abilities known and unknown.”

“It’s probably nothing to worry about, Scootaloo: even if it were possible and he’s the one who wants to destroy the world with it, we all have plenty of friends and family to stop him; besides, your friends’ sister helped the rest of their friends stop Nightmare Moon over a decade ago…” Lemon spoke demurely after taking in a huge volume of fluid from her beverage all the while.

Either way, the orange pegasus shook the container to find it light to the touch compared to earlier ago as she’d responded to the bleached blonde no less, “I know that, it’s Apple Bloom I worry about the most: Sweetie Belle and I had been friends with her ever since we were all fillies and we’d never worried about such things; apparently, her Granny’s health is taking a toll on her. Of course, I can relate to that since she’d been raised by her: I barely knew my parents throughout much of my life on the account of them traveling to and from Equestria discovering all sorts of flora and fauna; as such, I was basically raised by my aunts, Lofty and Holiday, ever since I was a sophomore so to speak of. To be honest, I never did consider the idea of them being married together for a long time whatsoever; as far as I’d recalled, it would’ve made more sense if either of them were from New Ponyland altogether: first settlement in all of Equestria itself and liberalism at its finest through and through. Anyways, none of my friends in and out of school had found it weird or anything, not even Diamond Tiara herself; of course, it wouldn’t have surprised me had she known of new ways to make fun of me, like she’d done in the past with her friend Silver Spoon: for all that I know, her mother was a reason for why she was such a mess back then. Still, it’s kind of sad that they have plenty of time to spend with their husbands like the other gals such as Twist, Babs, and Gabby: even though they’re no strangers to the taste of their fellow females, the fact they’d found solace in stallions astonishes me overall; even now, I tend to worry about whether or not I’d be able to find a special somepony of my own someday, if at all.”

“Scootaloo, I understand where you’re coming from: your concern for Apple Bloom’s a reflection of your friendship…” Lemon interceded tepidly after finishing her own bottle off, retaining the aforementioned mare’s attention all the same like before, “even now, the fact that you’ve been supporting her ever since is proof you three care for each other as for yourselves. My friends, Firelock and Peachy Petal, were in the same position as you when we were all struggling to get our cutie marks; as a matter of fact, we were also big fans of Rainbow Dash in our youth, just like you were and are to this today so to speak of: don’t forget why you’d joined the Wonderbolts so many years ago when you’d came of age, let alone who you wanted to be. As far as your folks were and are concerned, you should be happy that your hopes and dreams have been accomplished at last: not that many ponies would reach that fraction of the same potential within everyone else in and out of Equestria altogether as is; not only that, it’s even rare for ponies so young to do that all the same in this day and age alone, with and/or without friends. Remembering all of this would be a more tantalizing luxury compared to all the material rewards one could achieve in life herein: we live in a world where everyone, equine and non, are so on the go these day, we barely have any time to ourselves, if at all; even Granny Smith, for all her conditions, by and large, has managed to make something of herself at a young age back then. There have been plenty of ponies like, and unlike, her whom had managed to start out where you and/or your friends were then on: they’re probably growing old, if not getting more older than her but they’d made life worth living for and surviving as is here; as a matter of fact, it’ll be a long time until any of us grow old like them but we’ll probably have at least one good memory.”

“Then let’s make another: for too long, I’d spent far too much time wondering when I’d be able to fly like all the other pegasus in my youth; now, I just want to forget all of this and be here with you, like you would with me as my friends are like you’d said about them earlier, Lemon…” laughed the orange pegasus prior to stealing a kiss from the bleached blonde with little warning.

With their eyes already accented by the blushing due to the close distance they’ve made, their respective lips joined together immediately. Now, the pair were finally growing more eager to let their muzzles and their tongues finally slip out for their very ecstatic exploration here. In little time whatsoever, they’d surrendered themselves to one another, neither of the participants relenting during their embrace. Devoid of trepidation, both of the mares had surrendered to their lustful ecstasy; of course, Lemon had pushed herself against Scootaloo. Adding to their wet and wild state, the salivation grew throughout their muzzles as soon as they had broken away from one another instantly. Sure enough, the orange pegasus began grabbing the bleached blonde’s fundament for support, making the latter squeal contentedly soon.

Lemon cried only softly, slowing down gently, “shit, I’m gonna cum soon; I don’t even remember what to do…!”

“Keep going; I want us both to cum together for once; besides, it’s not like I’m going to go into refractory mode afterwards…!” Scootaloo had chuffed with naughty glee, licking the sweat off of the bleached blonde’s cheek without a care in the world, “besides, we still have the whole night to ourselves as is; what’s one more push in the grand scheme of things no less…?”

“Okay then, you asked for it…!” Lemon laughed lightly.

It didn’t take long for the bleached blonde to just go on right ahead and regain speed, already feeling the colorless fluid upon the surface areas gathering from herself and the orange pegasus. Only the recent stardust memories mixed in with the sights and sounds of the pink pony having explored her friend earlier served as aid to guide Lemon completely, in spite of their differences. Tensed up from the fervent excursion which was being encouraged by Scootaloo, it was but a matter of time before the bleached blonde could fulfill it in its entirety overall for their sake as is. After a brief while in due time, the orange pegasus had finally expelled a scream and a shot in the open air and against Lemon’s moist plications respectively as far they were both concerned.

Scootaloo mewed, tingling about as she’d already felt the textures within herself becoming changed thanks to the bleached blonde, “mmm… look at all that honey; it’s no wonder why Twist had gone after Apple Bloom years ago for the first time: she couldn’t get over being looked over in our youth a decade ago…”

“That’s not true and you know it, Scootaloo: as far as you’d remembered, your friends and classmates had kept being close…” said Lemon whom had still held onto the orange pegasus tightly and stroked the latter’s purple mane ever so softly so to speak of, “after all, you Crusaders have brought foals like us together for the past decade since Pipsqueak was class president…”

“I know that, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle had gotten their cutie marks on the very same day as me and at the schoolhouse no less; you probably already know this story by heart anyway and so does everyone else so far, even Gabby does and we’d once believed she could get hers too…” sighed Scootaloo so softly in a salaciously slurred speech.

It didn’t take long for the bleached blonde to leave the orange pegasus to the latter’s own devices before replying, “how long did it take you all to realize this wouldn’t happen…?”

“The second Princess Twilight told us the truth: while she’d said it’s not impossible, the chances of Gabby getting one were slim…” Scootaloo had whispered about before following after Lemon to kiss her on the left cheek slowly but surely as far as the former did, “as a matter of fact, all three of us were going to tell her the truth as soon as we’d gotten back, that I can swear to it…”

“Really now, then what happened next: it’s obvious to you and me that she doesn’t have a cutie mark like the rest of us; as a matter of fact, you don’t obviously think that Seed could see it all the same, can he…?” the bleached blonde bloviated, drawing attention to the titular tenant whom was clearly now wearing only a red collar as she was at this moment in time so to speak of.

Unperturbed, the orange pegasus wasted no time in answering Lemon almost immediately, “understand she was the only griffon we had came across for the first time in our entire lives: none of us knew what life was like for her before she’d came here, let alone set hoof whatsoever; anyways, we couldn’t even get a word in edgewise because she was so eager to get one as is. None of us had the strength to blame her if at all, especially not me when you consider what it was like for me at a young age: a pegasus who can barely even fly at a young age when a newborn could fly in so little time, especially with a unicorn sister; if anything, we just wanted to give her a chance for her to shine for once with how enthusiastic she’d been back in those days. As good as Gabby was, there had seemed to be no sign of it at all initially, at least until she’d showed us her own cutie mark: she’d said it was a cauldron from when she was helping out Zecora with potion making but the truth came out when Gabby fell; the paint wasn’t even permanent yet our friendship still managed to hold on out in spite of our differences all in all…”

“Sounds like to me that she wasn’t the only one whom wanted a cutie mark as badly as you and your friends were back then…” the bleached blonde had snickered a bit before sashaying away from Scootaloo, even though the latter was following after as is, “come on, let’s go onto the citrine room; I want to see what the other area in the resort is like before we leave tomorrow…”

“Me too; this is my first time here anyways…!” the orange pegasus had beamed as the twosome traveled out the amorous crowd of ponies, her body currently a canvas of solutions accumulated from not too long ago still drying out amongst the thinned layer of wet perspiration from up to her neckline so to speak of.

Out of the many still here in the meantime, a pair of heavyweights both alike in fair dignity at first glance were lain nearby as they’d possessed certain commonalities such as height and perspiration over their bodies, but there were many significant differences between themselves. Speaking of the two, they were the ones already close together, lost in their throes of passions: for starters, one was a silver stallion with rough and tumble brown tresses whilst the other was a mare coated in cherry with circular puffs colored in two shades of cerise all the very same. Secondly, there was also but a slight difference in facial composition between the quadrupedal two: only he’d bore some rolls of lipids underneath the blue adventurous orbs within himself whereas the crimson mare had worn some brilliant cherries containing illustrious excitement too. Out of the two heavyweights in question, the silvery brunet had some hairs on his chest while the cherry counterpart was more curvaceous, much like many of her peers in question; in addition, while he possessed silverware adorning the flanks, she carried some tiny assortment of cookies. Like the many scattered all throughout the premises, they were both devoid of such textiles completely; that being said, the cherry mare wore a purple collar darker than her eyes, alongside a set of jet–black lingerie still exposed to the open world as it’d matched her headband with ears.

Amongst the twosome, she was the first to mewed lasciviously as the heavyset stallion slowly but surely lapped at her moist sheath within his lidded blushing orbs having already taken aim, “ooh, eat this catty pony out, daddy…!”

“Mmm…!” he’d moaned loudly into the stout redhead’s undercarriage, taking ahold of her waistline so as to not lose his grip while the tongue was at work with the adjacent flesh, “you’re such a fucking ho; I love it…!”

The silvery brunet was still bent down on his very knees, having placed his face over the plications so that the tongue slipped out the mouth slowly slid into her right at once. It wasn’t long that the heavyset stallion licked the stout redhead’s sheath, stretched wide by a pair of hands resting onto her taken area immediately as he was already at work as is. She’d moaned slowly yet loudly as he’d ran his tongue around the widening gaskins only mere centimeters away from reaching the fundament underneath itself as far as it was near. The silvery brunet could barely help himself but drooled every time he’d gone sliding in and out of the stout redhead repetitively with the occasional descent, much to her delight here. In no time, she’d given out more small moans which then turned into loud yelps of happiness the moment the heavyset stallion’s tongue soon licked deeper within the undercarriage. The sheer coldness from himself had caused a clear fluid to squirt all out from the stout redhead in return, even onto the warm taste buds and croup he’d lapped at so briefly no less.

“Hah, please shove your cock inside me already; I’m such a dirty whore…!” she’d slowly heaved, rolling over before to rest her palms onto the soft carpeting to the point of letting the silvery brunet see the moistened flanks up in front of him.

Sluggishly yet surely, the heavyset stallion had stood up a bit slightly and soon chuckled gruffly, “okay Berry, I’ll do it, for you of course; besides, all of this lip service has made me feeling so horny…!”

It wasn’t long until his freshly exposed yard had now went inside of the eponymous mare’s fundament, causing the latter to grip tightly onto the soft surface at once. At first, the movement started slowly before gaining some momentum steadily as the silvery brunet held onto the croup firmly with his fingertips gently dug in flesh. Under no tiny amount of time whatsoever did the stout redhead had started feeling her wet plications getting heated all the sudden, pith and substance slick as water. Now, she was firmly aware of how her sheath had already burned about with such the heated moisture accumulating about, less viscous than the hunger for some food. Along with the burning sensation upon their faces, Berry now moaned loudly since her flanks were occupied by the heavyset stallion wasting no time in thrusting about. Much of their momentum was now increasing on and about almost immediately as he’d still bounced up against the stout redhead’s fundament abrasively all the same. With growing determination and expectation, it was only in a matter of moments the silvery brunet got close enough to bursting, her haunches reacting to his ingresses. Sure enough, it was only but a matter of time as Berry was losing control of her own body while her stallion lover closed his eyes, sweating and moaning about so to speak.

In the perceptions of many, moisture is usually formed with water, one out of many elements that provide subsistence: one of them was in the form and function of perspiration, seeping out from the skin of many as it usually had a similarity to saltwater itself; however, it was already accompanied by fear and fury conjoined together in a rather slow yet steady boil in the mix. Of course, such was the prevailing truth in a lone sterile environment so clean and pristine to a fault that even the most stubborn of stains can be washed away with the utmost effort alongside the rightly portioned compounds and solutions when exposed to the right temperature: the active nozzles themselves were irrefutable proof of this very matter thanks to their precipitations. That being said, the mists and hazes conceived from the continuous downpour contributed to the already hot and heavy atmosphere, even going so far as to affect the visibilities of any lifeform whatsoever trapped deeply within them; however, the only consolation which it had offered was a rather neutral scent that masked the area away from all of the others nearby so to speak of. After all, considering their very purpose overall, it was also certain that these showers weren’t the sole utility in this part of the already clouded room, let alone the only section of the area in and of themselves; as a matter of fact, it was nevertheless most likely that at least one individual in question was in there using one of them as of this particularly passing moment in time.

Out of the few whom appeared, there were two ponies whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance, possessed certain commonalities that the former shared besides the lack of clothes; nevertheless, there were significant differences such as the lack of wings upon both their bodies. For starters, here was a stallion whose coat, although white as snow had patches of brown all throughout his very body that matched his eyes; standing next to him was a zebra mare with eyes of orchid blossoming about against her rather intricately monochromatic body of streaks therein. Secondment, the former was a brunet: although matching the spots, his small mane was frazzled enough to reach past the nape of the neckline; the latter’s short style was neatly straightened out but it did nothing whatsoever to deviate from their utter lack of color save for a blue collar. Thirdly, the patchy pony had worn a silvery compass and a crimson X with a jet black dotted trail in between them on both of his very flanks; the zebra donned a flock of butterflies of all shapes and sizes but the only commonality amongst themselves were their grayscale schematics. Even their facial structures almost had the observer confused due to their varying appearances: his muzzle was rounded out, like many of the mares but it was filled up with some confidence; hers, however, was more boxy since it possessed various angles and a curvilinear base as well. The most contentious piece of detail between the two ponies in the altogether was their stature: the patchy pony had some meat right on his bones but was otherwise lightweight so to speak of; the zebra was also lightweight albeit with such bosoms in the size of baseballs that sagged a bit.

“Hah, already…?” he’d gasped, retracting his pulsating prepuce from her undercarriage with a profligate grin being shared as she’d lowered herself to the adjacent waist, “I guess it’d be fitting that you get a taste of my Trottingham tumescence before having a turn with Flutterbye soon, Samoa; besides, she needs our help in figuring out what she wants to do hereon out, as before…”

“Mm–hmm…” the titular tenant muffled, having instantaneously pressed onto the patchy pony’s shaft preemptively.

With the zebra’s knees having already reached the wet floor, she glanced at the sodden yard with a quiet giggle hidden deep within the precipitations around them. At first, Samoa relied on her hands to knead the prepuce around playfully like a joystick; before long, her tongue slipped outwardly and slowly slid about at once. With such salivation already making contact, all that which he could do was rest one of the hands on the zebra’s mane to stroke and pat based on progress she made. Her tongue had still freely licked the patchy pony’s shaft before slowly forwarding it all in her mouth deeply, taking a break to moan sultry tones of joint arousal. Even though he’d spread his gaskins a bit further to give Samoa more room to lick around, he was barely helping himself but drool and blush from her actions. In no time whatsoever, the zebra had driveled on it for some significant amount of time overall right until her mouth was finished sipping extract from the yard.

Swallowing it whole, she’d finally looked up to hear the patchy pony speak in an instant, “you’re doing great, my lovely: she’ll be loving your precious tongue twisters at the rate you’re going, that’s for sure…”

“Anything for a friend, anyone, pony and non, can depend…” Samoa had chuckled, slowly rising up to the occasion of regaining her stance and vacating his personal space, “it’s a shame that for you males, as well as myself and the females, the night will soon come to an end…”

“All the more reason to make the most of it in our eyes; besides, Smudge Proof’s invitations were still proof of it, my inquisitively dearest Samoa…” the patchy pony cooed before kissing the lonely zebra once again, this with feeling as both of their faces burned brightly amidst the ardent deluge.

This time, he’d edged away from her as she spoke, “come to think of it, Flutterbye just won’t quit: although she’s eager and willing, she’s reluctant about me drilling; still, I’ll hold back a bit…”

“Obviously, you should: she’s new to the whole thing and the party is proof of it; her nethers are being soaked regardless of whichever gender…” the patchy pony prattled playfully as Samoa strutted past him without a care, “with all due respect, she’s still nothing like the rest of your troop; even Do–Si–Do seems to be frigid around the idea of sex in general…”

“Just you wait, don’t underestimate: Flutterbye is lots of things but Do–Si–Do is no fling; I could help her masturbate…” the lonely zebra had said.

It wasn’t long until he was finally left alone in the dank and dire atmosphere, quickly latching onto the supersaturated coat as well as his tresses. With such lack of decibels, it’d have seemed easy for the patchy pony alone to keep even the most wayward of peers from translating properly. Nevertheless, he was already embodying the will to power, despite the stationary stance as the waters nearby him had kept running freely no less. In the grand scheme of things, the patchy pony was content with the turn of events which had brought them here to this very location currently.

Of course, their loneliness didn’t last as long as a cobalt unicorn had slowly cut into the fray gently, all covered in hot white foam. A rather moderate shade of some orange blossoms were found to be flowing out in a rough shape similar to which of the silvery brunet. Despite the cobalt unicorn’s beady pupils, there were shades of chocolate and midnight clashing together in the darkness before dawn. In regards to the utter lack of attire, he was already showing off his lipid form alongside with the tumescent prepuce still wafting about. Shown upon the cobalt unicorn’s flanks was a simplistic illustration of some open scissors: white hot yet cool to touch despite textures.

For what it was worth, the patchy pony sneered about, “so tell me, Snipsy: how long were you jacking it to us this time…?”

“I was thinking about Babs, not you…!” the lonely heavyweight had exclaimed instantaneously, “besides, feeling her on top of me as she was being eaten out by another Filly Guide did a number on my dick…”

“Ahh, Berry Munch: still fine bit of crumpet in my opinion; speaking of which, it seems odd that she hasn’t cleaned you up as well when the opportunity arose…” the thinner brunet guffawed with Snips reluctantly joining into the mixture.

The cobalt unicorn blushed about and said, “not her, Tag–A–Long and she wasn’t alone; anyways, Babs’ expecting me and I want get some payback for making me stick my tongue into her slutty butt: anal may be my strong suit yet licking her there was crossing the line; at that rate, I thought she’d turned into Twist all of the sudden seeing that they love fucking fillies and colts.”

“Yeah, I heard of that nerdy little redhead: whoever thought she was capable of being into backgammon and the like; it seems that there aren’t enough cocks in the world to satisfy her…” the patchy pony purred playfully, prepuce petrifying proactively and presently presumptuously, “of course, Berry Munch happens to be three times as good, according to our friend Truffle.”

“I don’t think I want to listen another word about that cherry brunch slut any longer; besides, I want to punish my little Babsie, not cheat on her with some low hanging fruit…” Snips snapped soon enough, despite the levelheaded nuance.

Sighing about no less, the thinner brunet turned around and walked while saying, “I understand, can’t keep you waiting any longer with your fillyfriend wondering when in the world are you coming out of the shower; besides, I might pass the time by relaxing in the bath: helps me rejuvenate my muscles while Samoa and Flutterbye have some fun times with each other alone.”

“Those two mares…?” the heavyset unicorn gasped at the patchy pony instantly, “that won’t be necessary anyway; besides, Babs may have had some fun with two of the Filly Guides but I won’t stick my dick in either of them all the same…”

“I understand: you two are a married couple as far as Equestria by and large is concerned; either way, I’ll see you two later in the topaz room later on, especially with that mane of yours no less…” the thinner brunet replied with a gentle wave of a hand before leaving Snips alone so to speak.

Always Blende In[ward(ly)]
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Always Blende In[ward(ly)]

Author's Note

Anyways, I just want to state for the record to those who may have forgotten what I'd said earlier about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro: Savannah and Trefoil belong to Art–Anon and the other OCs in this chapter are based on the students and irregulars from Code Geass.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the third chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about over many weeks for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site, especially since I'd plenty more to write about last year; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again soon enough, like before.

Always Blende In[ward(ly)]

The wonders of the environment itself were hardly any different from earlier before: equilateral borders, stormy windows, steely background, soft furnishings, bountiful foodstuff, and a few scores of occupants. From what can be seen, many inhabitants had integuments painted with colors reminiscent of a cream lemon in various shades, styles, and spans, barely matching the area in which everybody were already inside. As such, not only a vast majority of themselves in there were in the altogether, all of the mares in attendance also wore some collars, even Samoa whom was higher and drier compared to the rest of them so to speak. Just like the amethyst section from long ago, all of them were currently found in various poses imaginable, still averaging at no more–or–less than mere pairs moaning, groaning, and squealing without even a care. A composite series of strings and percussions with blaring bass tones played about acutely from a phonograph with brief colored flashes streaking on in clear–cut shapes simplistic and otherwise in near synchronicity.

Out of many, one lone ivory pegasus was found to be standing up about right abaft the window, leaning against its heightened surface with bared integuments. Sets of grainy amber waves were found making its very way throughout its wearer’s neckline, its solid color already speaking loudly and proudly about at once. Around the luxurious pupils were but circles of malachite already widened by a rather coy smile as they’d been framed by a square pair of jet–black spectacles. In regards to the blonde’s attire, all that was worn around the neck was a red collar, showing off her petite bosoms, miniature umbilicus, and slender plications. Resting over her flanks was a troika of jet–black pawprints belonging to a creature of a different species and yet she was free from whatever influences thereof.

Standing right at the opposite end was a creamy counterpart already looking back at the dainty blonde and the flowy fluid which still ran on. A moderate shade of dark brown tresses were found to be straightened out, matching his lidded eyes in spite of bearing cowlick sticking out. Like herself, the creamy pegasus was also in the altogether, already showing off his lightweight frame and his wavering prepuce all the while. Donned right upon the brunet’s flanks was a rather simplistic illustration of a snow white feather standing alone against the colored placement.

“You know, Featherweight, it’s being a while since we’ve been invited to one of Smudge Proof’s parties; I can remember the night we’d spent together in Trottingham last year with all our friends from school: everypony was out there stark naked having the time of their lives here in Equestria, including us as well…” the ivory pegasus had giggled at the titular male diffidently.

It wasn’t even long until he’d answered back with a hint of confidence in his nasal voice, “I agree… never thought that we’d be invited again, let alone go to Whinnyapolis of all places, Zippoorwhill: matter of fact, who’d have guessed it’d be here of all the places in the city, much less the entire world; come to think of it, how could he even manage to afford all of this…?”

“It doesn’t matter what price Smudge Proof can and can’t afford, not as long as he can make us happy; after all, the candy made us happy when we were much younger…” the eponymous mare sighed before trotting over to Featherweight’s side, gently stroking her dainty fingers across his flexible abdomen, “of course, I want more than just some candy; I want you and you alone…”

Since they were still standing straight anyways, their eyes were accented by blushing considering that both faces had been maintaining a close distance. As the two finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one another while the creamy pegasus’ trembling had started to cease immediately. The pair finally grew more eager, their muzzles finally opened as one another passed, tongues finally slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d surrendered themselves on the gilded carpeting right beneath: the dainty blonde already residing onto his very body. Neither of them had relented, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions started to grow. When Featherweight transferred his lips from the target down to her neckline, he’d then exhaled dioxide from both nostrils, breathing on down literally. Only then when the creamy pegasus’ tongue started licking Zippoorwhill’s shoulder she felt the sensation crawl round, not caring due to anticipation. Once immediately, the dainty blonde’s smile grew as he’d quickly slid his tongue down to her bust in betwixt delivering pleasure with silent whines. Delighted by the sheer fact that Featherweight started tugging on them with his teeth; as a result, she’d started letting out loudly soften moans at once.

“To be honest, I can’t remember when we’d held ourselves together like this, ‘sides Trottingham of course…” the creamy pegasus chuckled after breaking away from Zippoorwhill’s nubbins.

The dainty blonde sat up straight over his abs with a smirk before speaking back to him at once, “still one of the perks of being young and in love, especially in Equestria; after all, us pegasi can be really creative with our lovemaking liaisons: the trip to the candy factory had helped to expand our horizons so far and good. Two years ago, I’d let you drag me alongside by the collar to one of the rooms in the mansion like a little puppy out for a walk; it was rather exhilarating in letting you of all the ponies in the world, let alone Equestria, take the reins like some big strong stallion: all that I had to do was to drain you of your cum as a good little mare did until there was nothing left of it whatsoever. Now, it seems the roles have been reversed for the both of us: I get to go first and you just need to lay there and take it, just like I have done before; besides the most obvious of details, the only difference is that we can both start a little slow before you get the time of day to regain control in the other room. How’s that for an edifying evening to ourselves, Master Featherweight…?”

“Go on ahead, Zippo… I’m ready for it…” the aforementioned brunet heaved as she stroked his pectorals gently with attention to their tame textures, “just please go easy on me though…”

“Oh, I will…” Zippoorwhill sniggered, now sitting upon Featherweight’s chest delicately with an impish smirk as he’d bore witness to her dripping sheath nearby him; at that same time, a right hand rested over his brunet mane with a sensuous sigh escaping from the former’s hot and heavy lips.

Despite the dainty blonde’s weight currently concentrated upon the brunet’s thorax, she was gentle enough to maintain balance as her thighs surrounded his face to present her moist loins. The ords of her cleavage stood on endwise from the heated oxygen present and accounted for, the opportunity in which both pegasi were stuck in the moment in time to indulge themselves. Zippoorwhill spread her legs wide away from Featherweight’s face and neck so as to provide him some room and levity whilst still fortifying herself directly over his face with her thin thighs. Even understanding that it was only but a matter of time before freedom could ever be regained, the creamy brunet had remained at ease with the very contents of the dainty blonde’s plications. Several fingers now found their way onto the ends, belonging only to herself as she’d moaned delectably from the strokes in which his tongue having started making beneath the very sheath. Needless to say, they were still delighted by each others’ company because of the warm peace: Zippoorwhill was already looking down at Featherweight face once again with a blushing grin. Within a matter of moments, the dainty blonde’s mews and squeals increased from the creamy brunet’s actions as she slowly lost control of herself, left at the mercy of compromising structure. Although she’d remembered more than well enough to preserve his airtime, even she knew it was only a matter of time before such a lust would soon overwhelm her like it’d done to himself. In any case, Featherweight took his time to explore every nook and cranny within Zippoorwhill’s loins, slurping and licking away the flavorful fruits of her love’s labors lost in space and time.

As the dainty blonde shivered and shaken from the creamy brunet’s course of action alone, the exothermicity between their actions had staved off whatever wintry weather had still bothered to sneak inward; of them, the latter gulped, “mm… so yummy…”

“AHN~!” she’d cried out before toppling away from his soaking mane and muzzle, resting her head onto the soft surface nearby his hooves while taking a glance at the pulsating yard still attached to himself with all the warm dryness entailing, already feeling themselves perspiring about, “you’re so good at making the first move, Featherweight; I’m feeling so hot already…”

“You’re not so bad either: your pussy still tastes better than ever, let alone last year; I’d almost forgot how you can be…” the titular stallion had gasped for air while speaking to Zippoorwhill, instantly finding himself the time sit back upright freely without her body holding him down directly like before.

Needless to say, the dainty blonde did the same and replied, “speaking of which, before I can get reacquainted with your meaty cock, how about a little show before we get ourselves back on the road…?”

“Ah, why not…?” the creamy brunet articulated, watching as she’d moved her hand down into the supersaturated area his tongue had been to recently, “we have the whole night and place to ourselves; no use in going about it too much too soon…”

“Glad that we can agree on it…” Zippoorwhill giggled as she’d started to push her fingers within her plashy plications, moaning with pleasure without so much as a care in the whole wide world whatsoever.

Using a remaining left hand, the dainty blonde to chafe her bosoms smoothly, pinching its very nubbins as he’d just plainly stayed still and watched her closely. It was at this point excitement was just around the corner for her and Featherweight could see it; after all, his prepuce was still up and at it, despite lacking action. Rife with such great passions at the sight of one another was enough for the very twosome to feel their visages becoming flushed with the crimson shades at once. Anyways, Zippoorwhill was about to reach her collective highpoint again surely enough soon, especially considering how she herself was having a great time. Restraints weakening once more, the dainty blonde couldn’t even take it any longer, yelling out loudly as her extremities became moistened with the solutions. Yearning for the opportunity presented to the likes of the creamy brunet, such happiness was being made known, despite struggling to refrain from a touch.

Although his hands were still away from the shaft, he could feel it demands being stated outright without saying a word altogether; nevertheless, he’d struggled to ask her, “please let me taste you again, Zippoorwhill; I can barely take it any longer…”

“Alrighty then… I figure that… you’ve done enough… watching and… waiting around… for me to just… stop myself now…” the eponymous mare panted overtly, now moving leisurely towards Featherweight with a slow crawl as she guided her wet fingers at his muzzle, “at the very… least, I can share… it all with you…”

“Ahn…” the creamy brunet chortled as he saw two of the dainty blonde’s digits becoming assembled straightly like a drinking straw.

He’d gotten his tongue out, playfully licking the tips of her hand before it’d started to dig inside throughout inside his very mouth almost immediately so to speak of. Featherweight felt had Zippoorwhill’s two fingers touching his taste buds gradually but carefully before nearly reaching its apex, salivation making them moistly tepid. Of the ardent feelings remaining in the minds of the two pegasi, the dainty blonde was enjoying the creamy brunet glazing her extremities, pressing on as some candy. She’d felt and glimpsed at his orifice stimulating and licking her fingers as they went inward and out of his very mouth briskly before taking them out of the lips gently. A drooping string of saliva had trailed after the tip of Zippoorwhill’s fingernail, slowly reaching Featherweight’s coating over his stomach, frissoning briefly for a bit. The dainty blonde wiped the creamy brunet’s lips clear of the combined concoction with a smile before going in for the taking, kissing him once more without fear.

After breaking away this time, she’d asked him, “want a little treat before we go on even further…?”

“Mm–hmm… chocolate bar please…” Featherweight had answered Zippoorwhill almost instantaneously with a smile carved right upon his visage, “let’s share it together, for old times’ sake…”

“Anything for you, my lovely…” the dainty blonde giggled before rising back up to her hooves to leave the creamy brunet to his own devices.

As she’d done so, he’d remained calm on the outside but thinking all throughout the time: so now it was to be her having free reign whatsoever to conduct whichever course of actions between herself and him alone; after all, there were indeed others like and unlike themselves in this very area so to speak of.

In the meantime, Zippoorwhill had walked along the soft surface, searching for something as she’d walked past two other mares on a couch also in the altogether, both alike in fair dignity at first as they’d possessed certain commonalities: coldly colored irises, height and stature, and sweat on their saturated bodies; of course, there were many significant differences betwixt them. Speaking of the two, they were the ones already close together to get lost in the throes of passion throughout the passing times: for starters, one of them was another pegasus, albeit lemony with darker tresses compared to her ivory counterpart as it were; the other was a minty unicorn with teal tresses accented by brighter stripes overall as far as the others were concerned nevertheless. Secondly, there was also but a slight difference in retinal composition between the mismatched twosome for what it was worth: only the former bore a lone nevus underneath one of the glowing green eyes as far as they could all see clearly, day and/or night; however, the minted correspondent had worn some brilliant sky blue containing illustrious excitement within them. Out of the two equines in question, the lemony pegasus had a buxom formation with a thickly tinted pinkness to contrast against Zippoorwhill while the minty unicorn was more petite, painted in a scanner darkly but otherwise voluptuous all the same; in addition, while the former had wore colorful nosegays upon the flanks, the latter had carried on a trio of curved arrows trailing about. Like many of the visitors around themselves, they were both devoid of textiles completely, save for collars already worn around the necks red like the concupiscence enveloping the majority; with that said, the busty blonde sat over the jaded counterpart whom had worn an artificial protuberance as the former bounced up and down against the latter gently with little resistance.

The minty unicorn was pushing up into the lemony pegasus while latching at the sheath and bosoms in front of her, cerebrating about, “that’s right, Savannah, you’re almost there; it won’t be long now…”

“AHN…!” the blonde moaned as she felt her prodded loins becoming more loose with fluids shooting out from there instantaneously; afterwards, she’d turned to the jaded counterpart at once, “no wonder why Tails liked you so much: you’re still so confident in your abilities to please a mare such as myself, Trefoil…”

“Such a shame that she wasn’t invited no less; she would’ve love the party that he’s throwing us: all that warm water and the attractions too…” the aforementioned mare had sighed softly before pecking Savannah on the cheek without any hesitation whatsoever.

The lemony pegasus then exhaled, sliding off of the minty unicorn’s lap to the only free space nearby before speaking, “oddly enough, she’s not the only pony to sit this one out again from what Samoa told us: Snails and Twist haven’t shown up either; of course, Apple Bloom and her friends told me about their plans…”

“Speaking of which, you seem to be eased with your coltfriend letting you go to Trottingham with his brother tagging along; I’d thought he and Rumble were going to be locking eyes with each other or something…” Trefoil spoke to Savannah as they were briefly watching the others going about their own ways, “did anything happen between them both…?”

“Not at all: now that Thunderlane’s been married to Zula for a long time, word on the street is they’re going to have another foal sometime soon this year…” the lemony pegasus had simply answered the minty unicorn without any kind of hesitation within the former whatsoever so to speak of.

This made Trefoil’s smile grow wider as she’d exclaimed, “oh, how wonderful: did you get to meet their foal yet; what about the gender – colt or filly…?”

“Can’t say that I’ve gotten around to see them, at least not yet; come to think of it, I still know little about her foal in the very least…” Savannah simply sighed softly as she stared at the skylights above themselves so to speak of, “of course, I’ve heard rumors it’s the former, nothing more…”

“I see…” the minty unicorn replied as she and the lemony pegasus were now treated to the sight of Pipsqueak resting on his kneecaps with yet another fruity pegasus wearing a red collar, this time orange with a rainbow mane, prostrate towards his yard as the lone zebra nearby them entering her fingertips close to the fundament while kissing him on the lips altogether no less.

Needless to say, Savannah started standing up and spoke to Trefoil soon enough, “I’m thirsty: I think it’s about high–time for me to get a glass of tea; do you want something to drink too, Trey…?”

“Not a bit, though I would like some biscuits; I am feeling kind of peckish so to speak…” the minty unicorn answered, following suit as they passed by so many of their peers, including a sextet of ponies residing on a patch of land faraway from windows; each possessing significant differences between one another, something many likewise would even care less about overall.

For starters, half of them were all mares, the first of which was a dark ginger wearing a lewd and lascivious concave along with red rubberbands around the twin tails from her short mane; aside from her jet–black collar, an openly matching ensemble of a dress, skirt, panties, and stockings with garter belts along a white hat did little, if anything, to cover her shame, or lack thereof. Latching onto the mustard mare’s bosoms was Plaid herself and lain abaft them both was a much darker stallion wearing a moderate shade of bright creamy tresses radiating about and cold eyes of blue: regarding his attire, his right ear was adorned with a pair of small silver earrings; out the entirety of his muscular body, his flanks bore a bowl of ice cream with a spoon sticking outward. Next to them was Hyacinth herself, down on the ground but not out as Cloudy and Star were standing by, watching the three: as wet as she was, there was still some energy left in her to bear witness to the spectacle she was left out of all the same no less; on a similar note, the stallions were feeling their prepuces harden from the sight of it all, even with their peer as the centerpiece.

The dark ginger cried as she was feeling her nubbins being fondled slowly by the orange mare’s tongue, hardening about as the darker blond abaft themselves caught the falling fluids inward with his mouth from the latter, “AHN~!”

The mustard mare’s moaning then intensified when Plaid’s teeth had started chewing over the former’s ords, causing the former to run a hand over the latter almost instantaneously anyway.

Although their luxuries were now being met, it didn’t mean that it was time to let themselves laze about since they were kneeling upright, especially with the chocolate stallion directly near. As a result of such unyielding efforts, the oxygenated air respired in and out of the dark ginger at various speeds and concentrations in response so to speak of, much to the orange mare’s delight. Of the others whom were accompanied by the lone legatos of the mustard mare’s emissions, the darker blond had gotten a taste of Plaid’s loins by virtue of proximity alone so to speak of. Despite their viewers themselves, corporeal and otherwise, the dark ginger smiled about as the orange mare drank away the fluids provided for her, unperturbed from the unsurprising results.

“Mmm…” mewled Plaid after breaking away from the mustard mare, the former already becoming overwhelmed by a wave of concupiscence thanks to the latter and the fullest form in possession on display, “you know, Do–Si–Do, it’s been no wonder that Lickety still has been able to satisfy you since two years ago: you’re still so fragile and frigid to a fault here…”

“Don’t push it, Plaid: I may have let you get away with eating me out earlier but that’s no way to treat a lady all the same here; besides, it’s one thing to have sex with him but it’s another to make light of my performance as a cheap joke all the while…!” the titular ginger had spat out indignantly, breathing down the orange mare’s neck while struggling to stay in control.

Plaid purred as she’d turned around to get a clear and present view of Lickety’s own shaft, “relax, it’s all in good fun: Star Tracker doesn’t mind either; besides, I’m still not satisfied anyway…”

Almost immediately, it was also at this very point in time the orange mare and dark blond were now mutually inverted towards one another, the former’s hands making contact with the latter’s kneecaps as their owners’ mouths now aligned with their waistlines. Contentedly, Plaid had started mollycoddling Lickety’s yard all frolicsomely by using a few of her own fingers to reach downwardly; responsively, he’d gotten aroused and stuck out his tongue up at her plications almost immediately, aware of its very saturation. The orange mare swayed her waist reactively, bouncing around lightly for at least several times and moaning quietly in delight while caressing her bust before she decided to do the same to the dark blond’s prepuce, proceeding to forward her hot and heavy lips. Each time that Lickety had felt Plaid stimulating, pumping, and licking the moistened shaft, it’d started to get harder so he was returning the favor; quickly, it’d gotten so hard both his hands now grasped onto her rippling thighs and started rubbing up and down. Because the dark blond’s tongue was already intertwined with the orange mare’s sheath and vice versa with his yard, their instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by the respective lips and tongues bringing each other pleasure, timing notwithstanding. Soon, their mouths, including their tongues had started transferring so much stimulating pleasure betwixt them quickly, it’d seem that they would’ve been able to get their wishes; however, only Plaid had simply broken away with yet puzzled huffing therein as is.

“What’s wrong, Plaid: did I do something wrong; are you okay…?” Lickety had breathed in some fresh air following the heavy moisture from the orange mare’s loins, he’d asked her in an instant,

“Oh, Lickety, do you still have to be so vocal here…?” the aforementioned tenant giggled after backing away to face the adjacent dark blond almost immediately, rubbing in between her plications with her left hand.

The mustard mare said as she was crawling over to where the orange mare had been lapping at Lickety’s prepuce not too long ago without any hesitation whatsoever, “don’t get me started with that all over again: just be thankful that you still haven’t let him shove his cock into your womb; the colt cuddling and felching is all that I can still take from him, nothing more…”

“Don’t need to…” Plaid heaved as Do–Si–Do was feeling her sheath becoming supersaturated too, watching the former placed onto the dark blond’s muzzle, “in any case, he’s all yours now: you’re more than welcome to join us again anyway; I just took the liberty of cleaning him up for you so you can have some more fun together, like last year…”

“Don’t make any more suggestions about what I should and shouldn’t do, Plaid: I’ve already made up my mind all the same; besides, his seed should still belong to me so I can have his foals, not any other mares, especially not you or Hyacinth…” the mustard mare had moaned before aligning her loins own directly with Lickety’s moist shaft, her face burning brighter at once as is.

The eponymous eyewitness chimed in, watching both Do–Si–Do and Plaid resting their loins over the dark blond’s yard and mouth respectively with lust in their eyes, “I still have no dog in this fight over who should bear who’s offspring; after all, I’d made my choice with CD all the same…”

With the two mares’ weights presently concentrated whereupon Lickety’s body, he was more than content with their direct presence as they were both quick to maintain balance all the while. The ends of their cleavages stood on endwise from the chilled oxygen present and accounted for, the memories in which all three of them were stuck in the past as before, not that it’d mattered. The orange mare spread her legs wide away from the dark blond’s face and neck so as to provide himself more room and levity yet still refusing to release him from her thunderously thick thighs. Even understanding that it was only but a matter of time before freedom could ever be regained, Lickety still remained at ease with the very contents of the two mares’ plications nevertheless. Several fingers now found their way onto the mustard mare’s nubbins, belonging only to herself as she’d moaned delectably from the dark blond’s prepuce piercing her sheath surely enough. Needless to say, they were still delighted by each others’ company because of the cold peace: both Do–Si–Do and Plaid were still mewling and squealing about from having to share Lickety. Within a matter of moments, the mares’ libidinous legatos had increased from the dark blond’s actions and inaction as well as they were both slowly losing control of themselves so to speak of. Although Lickety was left at the mercy of their compromising structures, they remembered more than well enough to preserve his airtime, even with their concupiscence overwhelming them. Either way, the dark blond took his time exploring every nook and cranny within Plaid’s loins, slurping and licking away the flavorful fruits of their loves’ labors lost in space and time thereof.

“I’m gonna cum real soon…!” Lickety had gulped as the orange mare shivered and shaken from his course of action alone, the exothermicity between themselves as well as Do–Si–Do’s interaction being the very things staving off the wintry weather which had still snuck inward, “mm…”

“AHN~!” the mustard mare had cried out in an instant, feeling her plications being filled with the dark blond’s extract before feeling a pair of lips latching on symmetrically, no doubt belonging to the likes of Plaid herself all the same.

Since they were still kneeling upwardly anyways, the mares’ eyes were still accented by blushing considering that both of their faces had been maintaining a close distance. As the two finally joined hands, their respective lips had grown closer to one another whilst Do–Si–Do’s trembling had started to cease immediately despite Lickety’s act. The pair finally grew even more eager, their muzzles had finally opened as one another passed, tongues finally slipping out for the very ecstatic exploration in the process. In little time whatsoever, they surrendered themselves upon the gilded carpeting right beneath, especially since Plaid slowly broken away from the dark blond’s muzzle. Neither mare had relented, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during their solitary embrace as their conjoined passions started to grow betwixt them.

The orange mare asked her darker correspondent with a snicker, stroking the latter’s sweating face after stealing away another kiss, “so then, are you glad that you and your bisexual boytoy came to this party, let alone to Whinnyapolis of all places; pleased to find that everything was to your liking all the while here…?”

“Who wouldn’t be…?” Do–Si–Do had gone off and answer Plaid almost instantaneously, albeit nervously so to speak of no less, “I’m sure that Tag–A–Long would’ve enjoyed a skiing trip, with and without us, even if it’d meant bringing her husband Morty alongside; I know for a fact that Trefoil and Savannah still hold a grudge for what happened between themselves and him. As far as we’re concerned, this is our first time travelling to this city and its ski resort no less: as much as I’d been earning my merit badges in our old scout troop, skiing was not one of them so to speak of; not only that, I tend to be a klutz at the whole hobby, couldn’t resist falling down every five to ten minutes. I don’t think I’d last a whole morning here as soon as the sun rises, even with everypony else, including all of my friends being here right next to me: the winter alone is still bearable to my skin but having to be so far away from home, especially in Whinnyapolis no less; it’s nothing like Rosemound or Trottingham for that matter…”

“Don’t worry about it at all; you’re not the only pony around here who was nervous about this trip: this is also Star Tracker’s first time up there and not just in the flesh…” the orange mare had wasted no time comforting her darker counterpart with words the moment the latter started shaking about slightly.

Do–Si–Do said to Plaid softly, smiling about all the while this time around at what had the latter spoken to the former, “I guess that makes the whole lot of us: from what I can still recall, most of here are from Ponyville and two of the Crusaders there along with their founder’s cousin sat out on Trottingham a year ago, especially from what I’d heard from their friends, Twist and Snails.”

“I knew that; I also knew that your friend Tag–A–Long was in that painting as well: she and other mares partook in it all…” the orange mare had talked to the darker correspondent at once, placing a hand on the dark fabric still being worn nevertheless, “anyways, would you like to take off your dress now…?”

“I don’t see any reason why not; even Rosemound was colder last time…” Do–Si–Do had replied, slithering out the dress to show off more of her skin to the onlookers before themselves; despite sweating about in the cold air, she was relieved having been closer to the naked now as they already were.

It didn’t take long at all for Plaid to explore more of the mustard mare’s body as the only things which had remained were collars: the latter’s bared integuments were reeking with the scents of perspiration lingering about due to the weight of the textiles no less; despite the inoffensive aroma, the former was undeterred, blushing brightly than ever before as far as they could see it.

Taking Do–Si–Do by the hand gently, the orange mare brought the former closer enough for the bosoms to dock symmetrically: this had made the former burned, too, as the skin–to–skin contact by and large had made their endings stand up against each other; the latter wasted no time speaking to her, “do you feel it now, the weight of your breasts compared to mine…? It’s genuine proof of what we’re meant to be, mares in a world as optimal like Equestria itself: wives to keep house with our stallions, mothers to raise our foals, sisters to carry the legacy, but, most importantly of all, friends to uphold the ideals of our homeland; even with Twilight in charge, the legacy and heritage of the two sisters is still here with all of us, mare and stallion.

My father was nothing but proud to have me as his daughter, especially in a place like this and ever since, I wanted his happiness; I bet your own parents would’ve be proud of you too, even with you frigid and timid compared to your friends in the Filly Guides: why else would anyone mistake you for the likes of Tag–A–Long if not for the pride and accomplishments earned…?”

“I didn’t know you thought of it all this way, Plaid; even though you’d sucked off Lickety, you can’t resist caring about me…” the mustard mare muttered about as she’d felt the titular counterpart stroking the abdomen gently, their coats on endwise, “I bet you must have said a similar thing to Hyacinth when you were so close to her in Vanhoover so to speak of…”

“Are you kidding: it was the other thing around and she’d said similar stuff to CD when he was on the fence about our kiss; besides, you have more friends than I could ever make in one fillyhood alone…” the orange mare had guffawed before stealing another kiss from Do–Si–Do with little warning whatsoever all the while.

Despite the suddenness of it all, the mustard mare welcomed the embrace all the same, unperturbed by their solid state, the society so small, and the stray onlookers, male and female; as far as she was concerned, they were all by their lonesome, surrounded both by warmth and wonder with all the good which would and will entail with the likes of them as they were no less.

The indigo pegasus had paid no mind all the same, looking towards the shine in the storm outside with nothing but consideration on the state of the address, “so this is what it all means to be nervous about certain things like this and that…”

For what it was worth, the yarns that was being spun was almost at an end, all for the sake of weaving a story in the altogether so to speak of. Of course, with the night still young, it was only a few miniscule hours until it could end; granted, so many would’ve fallen asleep by then. Relatively speaking, there was still a noticeable majority having yet to fall prey to the mundane functions like slumber for one reason or another.

As of this very moment, things were already hot and heavy: the countless mists and moisture were overwhelming, quickly bound to a single area where escape was nonetheless certain to a fault. The flooring within was firmly solidified since it was merely a clustering creamy set of ceramic tiles on the ground, a monochromatic arrangement of purity that was adorned beneath themselves all. Every wall had been painted in a delicately light coat of such a faint taupe, already contrasted by the creamy beige ceiling right above the heated atmosphere, all retaining their forms and colors as is. Aside from a single circular window peering towards the sky, a mirror was also found albeit, in a rectangular shape which was being shared by the sliding doors standing directly across the former. A large body of water had dominated much of the ground, being the source of all the sweltering air as some bubbles and froth were sliding upon its surface area with the random ripples to and fro. Its details were made possible by the bright lights held up by the pillars and railings hanging above, bearing a plasma white scheme as they illuminated the watery place and its surroundings too.

Gallant and Meadowlark were present and accounted for, all sweating about from their brows and with collars tightly worn around their necks; of course, they weren’t the only ones inside. A quartet of gingers were also lounging about in the water without so much as a care, each wearing a red collar as they were nearby a steely wheelchair the deer had brought from outside. The only one whom had been high and dry by comparison, a pink pony blonde and buxom as the emerald eyed pegasus but with a dyed deep blue, sat on her arrowhead flanks with hooves moist.

“Hey, Tilly, are you okay…?” the lonely sitter was the first to speak up, catching one of the submerged loungers’ attention at last, “sorry about earlier: I tried to make things easier but it never went anywhere.”

“Don’t worry, Bow: you didn’t do anything wrong; it’s been a long time since we’d seen our friends in a party like this – I know Red and Parkton when to New Horseleans last summer…” another pink equine, this time a unicorn, stuttered about while blushing freely so to speak of no less.

The eponymous mare replied with a yawn, “don’t forget Primrose and Spokane: they were also lucky to cover themselves since it was a water park for the most part; besides, it was a long time since Primrose decided to ditch dyes and highlights…”

“Well, she was lucky that Primrose got to be a plus–one back then, like in Rosemound with the rest of us two years ago, you know…” the pink unicorn replied softly as she’d looked at the buxom blonde rather briefly before breaking a glance straightaway at once, “as far as Smudge Proof seen it, he wouldn’t stand for anyone having to resort to that just to get invited anyway.”

“Either way, it’s been a long time since we’d since Mona attend: as far as I’d recalled, she was given an invite to a previous party in Vanhoover just right after that soiree you’d mentioned; apparently, she’d got it from one of her classmates from the School of Friendship, Chantilly…” Bow responded.

The aforementioned ginger then said, “yeah, I saw that too: she’d said that Sandbar gave it to her back before school had let out for summer break; apparently, she was happy to be far away from Ponyville ever since the incident with a certain somepony about a decade ago so to speak of, not that I blame her…”

“Who wouldn’t…?” the buxom blonde answered at once, developing a cheery mood as she was now edging towards the pink unicorn, “mistaken identity has become a common occurrence back in the past and is still continuing on to this very day; even in a world of rising developments, old habits die harder than a franchise adapted from a decades old storybook…”

“Why are you looking at me like that?!” Chantilly had cried out in shock, almost falling right back into the pool of water more than ever before as she were.

Standing upwardly, the buxom blonde licked her lips and hummed softly without so much as a care in the whole wide world whatsoever, “with that killer body, she almost looks like her all the same; of course, she’s not the one taken for granite for the lack of a better fragment: foals her age would have been interested in toys and video games, not world domination…”

“Could you not treat this as some kind of joke please?!” the pink unicorn had squealed as she’d covered up her bust rather quickly so to speak of even as the little froth slid downward, “I want to try and enjoy this party, not reminisce on what could’ve been; besides, Whinnyapolis maybe supposed to be cold this time of year but I don’t think they’d survive under these conditions…”

“Oh come on, it’s no big deal…” Bow chimed in on key and cue so to speak of.

Chantilly protested, “yes it is: these windigos seem scary, even more so compared to those yaks like Yona for example; as formidable her family might be, whose to say they’d survive the wintry onslaught?!”

“Oh, is that so…?” the buxom blonde blurted out as she’d stepped in and had joined the pink unicorn, “Yona seems to be working out more and getting a steady diet of calcium and estrogen, like any mare would; besides, they’re built to stand the ice snow like their predecessors were…”

Sure enough, it wasn’t long until the doors were opened, prompting the septet to turn their eyes towards the individuals whom made their way inside; now, it would seem that there were three more ponies joining into the fray: Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Little Red in the altogether.

“Hello, you three, how are you right now: is everything to your liking…?” Meadowlark had asked the bespectacled heavyweight calmly, the latter still unperturbed to say in the very least as the former was lounging about.

Little Red had wasted no time in answering the brown deer freely, “it’s okay, Meadowlark; I just wish things were different, you know: no one ever told me I was a late bloomer after all these years….”

“I didn’t know that was even possible…” the titular tenant had said as she was now moving right up towards the two occupants in the achromatic liquid as they were before, “my sisters happen to grow up a lot faster than expected so to speak…”

“You mean, Spokane…?” the white unicorn had jumped into the conversation right away fast compared to the sudden saturation afore them, catching the bespectacled heavyweight off–guard.

Little Red couldn’t help herself but swore to remember the short–term memory of the recent conversation, taking refuge in her own mind from the concious world they were still in.

The lone deer asked even though both eyes had now remained closed compared to the observer, “you seemed so nervous about being at this party; is something on your mind…?”

“I’m sorry, this was my first time going here too; come to think of it, wasn’t there another one in your group…?” Little Red replied instantaneously, looking away from the other inhabitants slowly as far as she could see clearly, with or without her purple glasses, “where is she…?”

“Oh, you mean Cat Psy; she’s not available currently: she’d went back to her homeland so to speak of…” the lean ginger nearby Meadowlark had sputtered about, swimming over to face the bespectacled heavyweight immediately with red hot orbs by comparison to the rest of the guests.

“I see then; any reason why…?” Little Red gasped slightly all the same as she were anyway.

Gallant had reassured the bespectacled heavyweight anyway, “it’s nothing much really… if anything, these comrades, as well as my lady–in–waiting, have been staying in touch…”

“That’s nice…” Little Red sighed forlornly as far as she could see no less, “what are you guys going to do now? They said that the snow won’t stop until later on overnight…”

“What do you think we’re going to do; didn’t the invite say that it was going to be all night long…?” Bow had sniggered hopefully no less.

The bespectacled heavyweight had sweated about, peeping profoundly, “of course; it’s not like it was written in old Ponish or something Poplar…”

“What’s wrong with you; is something the matter: where’s your special somepony or somebody of your liking…?” the buxom blonde asked Little Red gently with a tiny hint of suspicion for the lack of a better emotion as it were, “you seem to be a little down and out; maybe I can help…”

“That won’t be necessary: Libby’s with me once again, like before; of course, you’d have already known about the both us by now…” the bespectacled redhead had answered back at once.

Bow, unperturbed, chuckled, “I see then, okay…”

“It’s nothing to worry about really: she’d helped me come to terms with it back in New Horseleans months ago so to speak…” Little Red said plainly, turning her gaze at the orange pegasus in the corner whom was backing herself into a corner all on her lonesome, “I wish that a certain somepony was a little more supportive anyway…”

“Yeah, I see what you mean by it, Red: I was raised by my two aunts in my foalhood because of my parents all around Equestria but I didn’t think much of it or them back then, if at all; besides, it’s not like Diamond Tiara or Silver Spoon could hurt me anymore like they did before…” Scootaloo simply said like so nevertheless.

Soon, the heat of the moment was spiced up with laughter, even despite the surface tension therein that was lacking so to speak of currently.

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Author's Note

Anyways, I just want to state for the record to those who may have forgotten what I'd said earlier about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro: aside from Smudge Proof and Silver Wing still being owned by Smudge Proof alone as with Berry of Art–Anon, this chapter's layout is inspired by the ending(s) of Bronystories' Swingerville, deserving of a special shout–out from me and some thanks as well as that one scene from a certain video game this time.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the final chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about an entire month for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site, especially since I'd plenty more to write about last year; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again soon enough, like before.

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The wondrous environment had still possessed some white hot lights, equilateral borders, stormy windows, tufted carpentry, soft furnishings, bountiful food, and a few dozen occupants. Still, the room also had its very own differences as shown from the hot and heavy atmosphere, especially amongst its denizens whom were composed mostly of ponies in attendance. Ultimately, the many occupants’ manes and tails were colored in orange in various shades, styles, and spans alike, barely matching the fitting background where everyone remained. Now, like before, although a vast majority of them within the room was already in the altogether, many were wearing some collars with only a few able to conceal parts of their own skin. At this very passing moment of time, all of them were currently active, discovered in various poses imaginable, merely pairs all moaning, groaning, and squealing on without a care. Melodies of wind and wire with the occasional striking of keys played about acutely from the phonograph, all mixed together with the warm atmosphere bearing wonder and whimsy. In the grand scheme of things, it’d shaped up to be no different from the other rooms for the lack of proper summary overall; of course, such variations were needed for much completion.

Notably, there had happened to be at least two individuals who were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance resting upon the carpeting, in the altogether like many of their peers around them. The twosome possessed certain common traits: light coats on their bodies, a pair of cool colored shade circling around their pupils, and an amorous demeanor donned on both of their very faces. Of course, there were some significant differences in which many would have take note of, save for their heated sweating bodies which had displayed their own contrasting chests throughout.

Speaking of which though, any eyewitnesses would’ve been able to identify them both at once as of this moment in time based on the acute redness upon their visages. For starters, the stallion residing on top was only a peachy pegasus whereas the other equine residing beneath was but a creamy mare, lacking both wings and horn. Secondment, the former was a brunet, wearing his small mane already straightened and rounded in a circle whereas the latter, a ginger, possessed two different shades. Thirdly, the peachy pegasus had worn some sundials on both of his flanks while the creamy mare donned on some stencils of an equine’s monochromatic silhouette. Out of the two in heat, the brunet had bore eyes of baby blue bombarded with overwhelming strain while the small ginger had jade orbs clouded with licentiousness. The peachy pegasus was sharing the same scrawny figure as Do–Si–Do but the creamy mare had a vast and petite cleavage rivaling the likes of her lanky counterpart. Another crucially important detail which had sat the very ginger apart from both the brunet and Do–Si–Do herself was a ruby red collar worn right around her neck.

“Gyah… it’s only… a matter… of time… until I burst, Tag–A–Long: here it comes…!” a rather masculine but otherwise wimpy voice had struggled to escape directly from the brunet’s muzzle, currently bouncing upon the creamy mare gently as they were no less.

The eponymous ginger had replied rather slowly, laughing only a bit briefly as far as she was concerned so to speak of, “just give that necklace already, Morty; I would like to feel how your creamy goodness would look on my little sixpence bits after all these years: motherhood’s so magical…”

It wasn’t long until after the next brushing of soft skin going right in between themselves had now caused the aforementioned pegasus’ shaft to burst at once, launching its payload onto the creamy mare’s cleavage almost immediately.

“Nng…!” gasped Morty whom had just broken away from Tag–A–Long’s stained body not long after, heaving about as his loins were twitching about as a result of the endeavor, “gosh, my butt hurts so much…”

“Get used to it; I still took some more rupees in the backdoor since I was in secondary school: this is just to help even the playing field for the time being…!” the creamy mare rumbled about playfully as she’d next crawled up towards the peachy pegasus rather slowly, slipping out of her artificial protuberance of translucent glass all the same.

Morty said as he was scratching his mane after sitting back upwardly for once, hearing a soft thud nearby them all the same, “gee, I don’t see where you’re going with this…”

“It’s okay…” chimed Tag–A–Long whom was now face–to–face with the peachy pegasus without a care in the world so to speak of, “you don’t have to see, just close your eyes, my love…”

Sure enough, Morty did as the creamy mare advised, their eyes were still accented by blushing considering that both faces were already maintaining a close distance. Almost instantly, both of their very muzzles grew closer to one another while the peachy pegasus trembling about started subsiding as soon as the two had begun to kiss. The pair finally grew more eager when their muzzles finally opened as one another passed, their tender tongues all finally slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d quickly surrendered themselves right upon the apricot carpeting underneath, even though Tag–A–Long still had remained in control. Neither of them relented at all, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions started growing between them. Since shifting gears, the creamy mare transferred her lips from Morty down to his very waistline, exhaling tiny amounts of dioxide from both nostrils gently as they were.

“Ooh…!” the peachy pegasus had cried out as his eyelids flew open at once to find that Tag–A–Long was now lapping at his yard with a smile onto herself.

The creamy mare said as she was glancing at Morty’s sodden region and its currently small length no less, “this is still a sexy party, after all; besides, I need to clean you up before you fuck me again: the night is still young and so are we…”

Surely enough, Tag–A–Long used her left hand to knead the prepuce around playfully like if it were a piston; before long, the peachy pegasus felt itself spring upon towards her muzzle in time. It didn’t take long until the creamy mare’s tongue had quickly slipped out of her mouth and slowly slid right around Morty’s shaft, her warm salivation making the latter smile big at once. Sitting uprightly, all that the peachy pegasus could do was rest one of his hands on Tag–A–Long’s tresses, stroking and patting based on the movement she’d make prior to pressing on. Even though the creamy mare was silent, she took great delight in stimulating and syphoning what would erupt from Morty’s yard whether in or out of the former’s deep throat so to speak of. Slowly but surely, the peachy pegasus lent back by a bit further to give Tag–A–Long more room to lick around, careful enough not to let gravity send him down onto the floor at a certain angle. There, Morty barely helped himself but coo and moan as he’d felt the creamy mare’s tongue running across his yard, both hands now holding the base of her head while slurping about–face. Within due time, Tag–A–Long had driveled on the peachy pegasus for some significant time ‘til her very mouth became filled to the brim with flavor, swallowing and breaking away so cleanly.

“Ahh…” sighed Morty as the creamy mare was done with the whole ordeal from his perspective as she were, “times like this made me relieved that I’d gotten the vasectomy undone in time for all this…”

“Sounds like you’re also relieved to have me as your wife in marriage: I can’t to see what out fifth foal is going to be; would it be a colt like Sirico and Mini–Golf or a filly like Do–Re–Mi and Pop Tart…?” Tag–A–Long had laughed before snuggling up to the peachy pegasus without even so much as a care in the whole wide world, if at all

Without any warning whatsoever, the two ponies were now locking lips once again with such overwhelming intent, uncaring of their newly stained forms as they were lost in the throes of passion which had swept up many of the ponies in the very room, much like before as they were.

For what it was worth, the yarns that had been spun would have ended there, already expended for the sake of weaving a story in the altogether. Of course, with the night still young, it was only a few miniscule hours until it could end; granted, so many would’ve been asleep by then. Relatively speaking, there were still a noticeable few having yet to fall prey to the mundane functions like slumber for one reason or another.

To the many who were nestled into the comforts of pale shelter, the utter lack of heat overall was almost incomprehensible; then again, it could be still seen. Like many of its internal environments, its inhabitants were safe from the weather for the most part whether they be standing about or underneath covers. There were some lanterns hanging from the walls by about few meters from the ground, varying in colors yet so few of them were currently in use at once. The background, walls serving as the foundation, was easily surrounded in delicate layers of rainbows while being rectangular enough to accommodate. Many of its windows were found to be displaying results of the heavy weather over the city, its wavering snowflakes and icicles growing against the glass. The flooring was basked in such hardwood carpentry: rich in many different tones thanks to the otherwise randomized alignments tightly packed together. The very area was garnished with over a score of fine bedding in the same shape, size, and color: each of them capable of holding at most four inhabitants.

Speaking of which, they had totaled up to a hundredfold already basking in the cold comforts, many of whom were lying directly in between the sheets. Equines were of the most common species: many were plain, some had wings, other possessed horns, but never both; of course, there were exceptionals. All of them donned manes and tails with colors reminiscent of metals in various shades, styles, and spans alike cohabiting along a couple others as well. To make things even more obvious, many of them were in the altogether; as a matter of fact, the mares present and accounted for mostly wore some collars. Resonating within the whole moment was that all of them were currently found in various poses imaginable, averaging at no more–or–less than mere pairs. Some sounds of moans, groans, and squealing about were heard instantaneously alongside with chattering amongst those whom either in or out of bed.

At that moment alone, it was also at this very point in time that both Berry Munch and Truffle were now mutually inverted towards one another, the former’s hands having made contact with the latter’s kneecaps as their owners’ mouths were already aligned with their waistlines. Contentedly, the cherry mare had started mollycoddling the silver stallion’s yard playfully by using a few of her own fingers to tickle its tip; in response, he’d gotten aroused and stuck out his tongue up at her sheath almost immediately, fully aware of its saturated state. She’d swayed her waistline reactively, bouncing around lightly for at least several times and moaning quietly in delight while caressing her bosoms before she’d decided to do the same to his prepuce and proceeded to forward her hot and heavy lips around itself overall. Each time that Truffle had felt Berry Munch stimulating, pumping, and licking his unyielding shaft, it started to get harder so he was currently returning the favor; quickly, it got so hard his hands now grasped onto her rippling thighs and started rubbing up and down right away. Because the silver stallion’s tongue was already intertwined with the cherry mare’s fork and vice versa with the prepuce, their instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by their very own lips and tongues bringing pleasure to one other, timing notwithstanding. Soon, their own collective efforts had started to transfer so much stimulating pleasure amongst themselves quickly it would seem that they would have been able to get their wishes; however, only she’d began to break away from him after getting her fill instantaneously.

Rolling off of Truffle immediately, Berry Munch spoke to him straightaway, “how was it, daddy: did I perform well enough as a submissive wife for you…?”

“Of course: even after all these years, you can still do anything; besides, watching the other redheads reminded us of Opal…” the silver stallion said as the cherry mare had crawled over to his side face–to–face, the creaking doing little to distract the others, “speaking of which, the water park in Vanhoover was the first time we had an adventure together alone years ago…”

“I still miss her, by the way, having her be all on her lonesome on this night in the Crystal Empire whilst we’re here in Whinnyapolis with all of our friends no less…” she’d yawned after turning away, resting next to his side all tiresomely.

Truffle frowned a bit and said, “as much as I wouldn’t minded a threesome with her like we had in Rosemound and New Horseleans, this was a party for ponies like you: amethysts, citrines, and topazes – your mane was nothing short of special because it was violet like that gemstone; unlike Apple Bloom, Opal couldn’t be a plus one this time like she was in Trottingham last year…”

“Come to think of it, Apple Bloom couldn’t come to Trottingham since she and her husband, Tender Taps weren’t brunets…” Berry Munch groaned, swallowing a breath of fresh air in the process as she was facing the windowsill nearby themselves, “speaking of which, there were a whole lot of ponies we’d seen in Rosemound and Vanhoover that weren’t given the invite…”

“Yeah, I know: Trottingham was just breathtaking and my cousin Twist couldn’t even see it’s true beauty; for all that she knows, that chocolate factory would’ve been her dream come true…” the silver stallion said, snuggling up to the cherry mare as his hands had rested onto her bust so to speak of.

Her eyes surrendered themselves to their outer lids as she’d susurrated about, “did you have dreams yourself…?”

“Not that I can remember so to speak, at least not now; for what it was worth, I don’t think I ever even had a dream of my own…” he’d replied, poking his target gently but to little success, even with his shaft regaining its rigid state as it’d been not long ago, “as far as I see it now, I have you and Opal alongside with our friends and family here in Equestria, like before so to speak of…”

“I know; good night, daddy…” Berry Munch whispered before falling asleep at once.

Truffle was now all on his lonesome, left to ponder the memories his wife had spoken of prior to her slumbering sonata; this made him fluid yet chilled as he turned to face himself in the opposite direction, finding the time and patience to sit up straight and take a stand right away, unperturbed by the latter.

The silver stallion ruminated at once with a benign grin upon the visage, “maybe I should go ahead and get myself something to drink while I’m at it; it’s not everyday I get to plow that fat red slut in Whinnyapolis, with or without Opal Bloom no less…”

Trotting about, he wandered aimlessly around the quarters save for a set pathway of his own choosing, taking the time and resources to quiet himself for the sake of the others present and accounted for; even though the room wasn’t dark or sleepy, the mere idea of him being an inconvenience was ineffable.

“Oh, yeah… shove your cock here into me, Ten–Ten…!” Apple Bloom hoarsely moaned off into the walking distance, catching Truffle off–guard, despite subdued noises, “Ah love some backdoor action…!”

“Damn, my cousin’s friend is still going at it; I wonder why she wore that red collar anyway: is she even like Twist…?” the silver stallion said to himself as the yellow redhead whinnied about to little end in sight whatsoever so to speak.

In spite of the flotsam and jetsam borne from such licentiousness, he’d paid Apple Bloom no mind overall and continued to venture out of their quietly.

Afterwards, silence slowly slipped into the room as occupants huffed and puffed greatly into extreme exhaustion as they’d burned passionately. The ice and winds of the nighttime sky had currently started to subside and so were their very sensualities as they’d slowly drifted off into sleep. Movements between themselves were brought to an absolute minimum as they slipped right away slumbering, few of whom with fabric adorned.

That being said, for every story at its end, another would’ve also begun in its place like a revolution: with and without violence in typical coexistence. As such, the silvery moon and the platinum stars dwelling above, no doubt illuminating the dark skies now cleared of the shine in the storm not too long ago. Under no small magnitude of time whatsoever, life started stopping at a standstill, or for the numerous up and running, slowing to the ticking timepieces.

Needless to say, there was a small wall of screens residing about in an orderly against the darkness before the dawn so red became an enemy. Each of the glass monitors had been painted white like an untouched canvas, presenting a realm of possibilities known and unknown to be displayed. All that could be said about them was that it was stuck in the void of time, hence the minimalistic interfaces overlaying the static mesh of uniformity. To say about their very origins overall was a default gateway to the stardust memories of what would’ve transpired directly in these vantage points.

Up in front of them all were a pair of ponies, standing nearby a few boxes of cardboard filled with cassettes, discs, and reels inside them: a white unicorn and a silver pegasus in the altogether as they were already in a sensuous embrace, hands behind their targets’ bared backs up, close, and personal to a fault. Given the ample cleavage and voluptuous curves, he was already at ease with the fact his target was a mare, her body adorned with countless freckles and shiny golden rings piercing nubbins as the attire was a jet–black ensemble darker than her tresses of a skirt, gloves, and stockings along with one purple collar. Hereon, the silver pegasus’ eyes were reminiscent of the brilliant green, much like the very grass dancing in the winds whilst she’d stared at the white unicorn with euphoria, her loins currently stained with such viscous liquids trailing betwixt her very own legs to no end in sight whatsoever thanks to himself alone.

Sure enough, the twosome had already seized this very golden opportunity not too different or similar to the encounters shared by the likes of them alone, especially considering their priorities. Eventually at once, her narrow sheath had now been firmly aligned with his slender yard almost immediately, giving out a rather diminutive, ardent yet heavy breath from their owners’ mouths. Already, the white unicorn started resting his very hands upon the silver pegasus’ flanks and back, slowly planting his muzzle onto hers before running his tongue against the latter casually. She didn’t care about the fact that most of their clothes had already amounted to air and water, feeling his prepuce directly in her fork calibrating their collective movements instantaneously. Throughout their very ordeal, the silver pegasus slowly wrapped her arms around the back of the white unicorn’s neckline in an attempt to keep him close as they were now trading momentum. In due time, both their coats of fur were starting to give off a small static of satisfaction from the stretch of rasping, feelings of pleasure came by as each movement made the two ponies moan. Now gearing up from the white unicorn’s shaft inside the silver pegasus, each intensified pulp friction caused her to give a loud happy moan amid the heavy breaths and pants shared betwixt. Grasping onto his back tightly, she’d also felt his grip tightening as her very body was suddenly threatening to give way, their placement prompting her to raise the right hoof and bend the knee. Soon at last, the white unicorn began shooting out, this time in the path of the silver pegasus’ loins with its searing heat of the very expulsion making her face burn brightly with such lust.

She’d asked aloud after calmly breaking away with a sensuous huff no less, “so, master Smudge Proof, how was my dainty little cunt; does it still feel so hot and ready since I’d last foaled months ago…?”

“Of course…” the titular stallion had moaned, kissing the silver pegasus hot on the lips again before she’d lowered herself to glance at his yard directly, “it still reminds me of how you tasted the sweet nectar of another mother such as Madame Barbarella herself, ran ragged all in front of her friends, Peppermint Twist–A–Loo and Tag–A–Long over a year ago nevertheless…”

“Their wombs were filled with enough life to be on display as we’d been painted: besides, their stallions were handsomely compensated for their time spent, even Morty himself…” she’d said to the white unicorn, already slowly and gently stroking, massaging, and even rubbing the prepuce a few times with her hand, giving him indication on what was going to be done next.

He’d replied to the eponymous mare already glancing at his sodden shaft with a profligate grin, “indeed, they were, Silver Wing; after all, these two unicorns and that pegasus were happy to give all of them the time of their lives, especially considering all the mares were earth ponies: I still remember all too well after all these years no less…”

“Don’t even dare to count yourself out, master: you still had a lot of fun with me while the painting was done…” giggled the silver pegasus whom had kneaded Smudge Proof’s shaft around playfully like a joystick with little care in the world altogether, “matter of fact, I’ve still had the most fun eating out Babs and Twist since they’d enjoyed anal too…”

Before long, she’d gotten her own tongue slipping out of the mouth, slowly sliding it around as its salivation soon made contact, causing the white unicorn to grit his teeth thanks to her as he’d hardened up. Somewhat helplessly, all that he could do was rest one of his hands onto Silver Wing’s jet–black mane, stroking and patting about based on the movement she’d been making with his unyielding yard at once.

“Good girl… just like that…” Smudge Proof whispered as the silver pegasus’ tongue was still licking his prepuce afore slowly forwarding about.

Even though that she was moaning in a sultry tone somehow, she could tell that the white unicorn was aroused by the stimulating syphoning from his moistened shaft inside her deep throat; even so, the latter spread his gaskins a bit further to give out more room to lick around. He could barely help himself but drool and blush every time he’d felt Silver Wing around his yard as both hands held onto to her constricted wings; in no time, she’d driveled on it for some significant time ‘til her mouth was now finished sipping up its extract all the same so to speak.

The silver pegasus had cooed affectionately, cleaning away the residue remaining before finding the time and effort to look up to the amorous Smudge Proof soon enough, “oh, master… what a glorious cock you have: it’s a miracle that your seed had been able to fill me with a child of ours already…”

“It’s such a shame that we’re still gonna have to play it safe as good parents; course, there’s still the matter of business altogether…” the white unicorn had sighed as she’d found herself standing back onto two hooves with a satisfied smirk upon the visage, “it’s only a matter of time until we return to where it all had begun for our next party…”

“At least we still have enough money to hire the finest ponies to help raise our young: we’ll get to continue having all the time in the world being the life of the party together while they’re off having simple lives of their own…” Silver Wing wasted no time giggling after wrapping her arms around the nape of his neck gently, swallowing a mixture of both air and fluids alike.

Smudge Proof suppressed a yawn while looking at the silver pegasus deep into her eyes at once, “Princess Twilight’s recent reign compared to her predecessors, promising all the same, has left us on high alert since last year; even now, more commoners are lashing out at the fruits of our labors: one stallion in particular had taken the liberty of destroying one of my paintings earlier.”

“Shameful, though the participants are still of age anyway, my love, and there’s nothing he or the others could do about it, if at all…” she’d replied while kissing the white unicorn once more as far as they were concerned so to speak, surrounded by darkness, “’to be young and in love,’ many would always say…”

Nevertheless, the vignettes of vicissitudes reached their collective conclusion like so with the most likely yet depleting chance of continuance therein. Either way, the big blue sky had become clear enough, the golden sun now shining about over the horizon with flocks of birds flying in every direction. A similar civilization was also found with its many buildings standing out and about within the vast and magnificent cubic areas currently upon display.

Such was the case for one of the many buildings that stood out and about within the vast and magnificently similar conurbation on display. Although predominantly adorned with a richly frosted coating of metal gears survived, there were sections of eight plum pillars within. At least a dozen of windowsills were already being plastered on the structure, each of themselves outlined in aluminum framework all the same. Resting firmly on the top, the very building itself possessed a skylight firmly rectangular in a contrast to its overall rounded formation. The orange textile currently hung in from the side of the building with letters in jet–black reading all orderly “HAZBEAR INCORPORATED”.

Trotting away from the front door was a plain purple pony stumbling on, wheezing and heaving about complete with a crooked grin plastered about no less. The only attire upon the traveler had consisted of a pair of denim pants currently reeking with one too many stains of several yesterdays clinging on about. Though the purple pony’s eyes were hollowed out, they were far from empty; however, the irises within were far too diminutive to the naked eyes either way.

Either way, as the lonely traveler was walking away from the establishment, a dead calm emanated about like it were so; even with the sun approaching the event horizon, none of those eyes were fixated on either the heat and light ready to go all out: for what it was worth, it was going to be no different from either the past or future, something that many could relate to as is.

It didn’t take long until the purple pony had perambulated across the way past a sidewalk, now possessing a frown with hands now in both pockets. Although mindful of other pedestrians like himself, they’d all taken great pains to avoid bumping into the traveler at all costs like life depended on it. Nearing past a lone garden, the purple pony slowly took in the sounds of random conversations from others interspersed by cold air and avian choir. Standing on the edge of the corner where the populace had stepped and the airstreams are all cold, both eyes turning away from them and crept.

Suddenly, with little warning whatsoever, yet somehow as if on time, a certain machine was crossing the lonely traveler’s way: it was a large wagon colored in aquamarine, too big to be pulled by anyone by the hand, but otherwise moving on all four as is; the black smoke coughed out of the skyward pipes as the air was brief marred by its noxious yet light aroma so to speak of.

“Oh, what now?!” groaned the purple pony.

It wasn’t even a second until a door had flown open in the lonely traveler’s direction without making any direct physical contact; with that said, both eyes met up with another pair, this time belonging to the contraption’s driver as the former couldn’t believe at all: the latter was minty fresh and full of life yet had no time dedicated for introductions as a reply escaped, “get in…”

“Who are you and why are you approaching me: is this a trap you’re plotting out for me to die; better yet, what is your plan…?” the purple pony inquired as both sockets were staring off into the thousand yard range, past and throughout the speaker nearest, “this has to be dad’s doing no less: poetic justice after all the years as a young fratricide; no matter, let’s get this over with…”

“Relax, Junior, I’m not here to kill you; as a matter of fact, I’m here to help you instead – we both happen to have a similar problem with a common thread: your dear father and my old friend…” the aquamarine driver had answered gruffly, unperturbed by the lonely pedestrian’s comments all the same no less.

The purple pony’s composure faltered a bit as more words escaped from there at once altogether, “my father… how much do you know about my father: the father I knew was a hot mess because me; what’s it to you…?”

“I know that everything after your brother’s passing wasn’t your fault nor was the closing of Pizza World because of the leak…” the secondary speaker replied almost instantaneously so to speak, catching the lonely pedestrian off–guard with so little warning, “I found the tape as well; it told me everything I need to know: how he got this way, what happened to them and others… I’d already know about what he’d done to my daughter most of all and not just because of his own cassette tape in that toy as is; I found two additional tapes in particular out of perhaps a whole collection of them sent to me anonymously ever since that day: I thought what happened to that birthday boy was bad enough but after what he’d been doing before and after, that was it…!”

“He can’t keep getting away with this… HE CAN’T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS…!” Junior cried out with anguish and agony altogether.

As empty as the purple pony’s eye sockets were, the dirtying fluids from within embodied it at as the aquamarine driver sighed, “he won’t… he won’t; to tell you the truth, you’re not alone: ever since I lost her, all that I’d wanted was to see her again only to realize how I’d failed – these things has a certain essence tying them all down to our world, the same essence he’s using now. For what it’s worth now, your father is still alive and it’s because of me: according to the tape, he said he was going to take his own life but he’d failed; as a mater of fact, I’d realized how he’d been able to get away with all this after all these years – that suit your father and I made was the same kind as the one that ended your brother’s life, only that he’d ended so many more like him. Nevertheless, it was only fitting that I’d mustered up the decency to do what should’ve been done a long time ago back then: putting an end to this franchise once and for all by rigging the suit with the means to turn it against him as he’d did to them; yet, despite everything, he’s still alive, trapped in it but still alive, and now I reason that unless he’s stopped, it’ll happen again…”

“Again, what the fuck you’re talking about?!” the lonely pedestrian exclaimed, unfazed yet confused by the statement spoken aloud no less, “none of this is making any sense at all…!”

“It may as well should: you have the essence inside of you that’s keeping you alive, the same that kept him alive as it is with me; ergo, it’s all the more reason why but I can’t do it all alone – as of yet, I have a small skeleton crew ready to lure the demon into the darkest pit’s cavern…” the secondary speaker said to Junior already no less.

The purple pony looked around and then back at the aquamarine driver to respond immediately, “really…?”

“Of course, I know a place where you and I can lay low for awhile until nightfall: that way, nobody else will be the wiser…” the secondary speaker answered freely as far as the lonely pedestrian was concerned, not that it’d mattered since another was ahead, “you should go on in while you can; if this nation know about our existence, then all will be lost in a matter of time…”

“As long as I get to clear out my house tonight, you can count me in: I’m through letting my father’s crimes go unpunished much longer; soon, my brother and sister will no longer let their deaths be for nothing nor will these others be allowed to suffer either as they have before…!” Junior snarled as he’d entered the vehicle at long last, just in time to avoid being spotted no less.

Sure enough, the metal contraption had sped off faster than any other onlooker could catch onto, its smoke turning aflame for a brief femtosecond before being snuffed out within an instant as far as eyes watched.